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The EMT Ch. 01

By: absoluterotter



This is the first part of a full-length novel that I am writing. It takes its time to set up a believable and yet highly charged sexual coercion, slut-wife, exhibitionistic, betrayal, BDSM, domination story involving our heroine Suzanne. Trust me, future parts of this story will get very much hornier. If you are looking for immediate satisfaction, this first part of the story maybe isn't for you. Whilst this part does contain some consensual vanilla sex, it is essentially a scene setter, putting all the hooks in place for later development. Only those that go with this will get the full satisfaction of what will come. I don't expect it to score highly initially, but do expect great things from later sections. You can contribute by outlining ideas for future chapters - if they are original and I use them, I'll credit you with the concepts. However, as I hope you can see from this first installment, I have a pretty good idea where I'm going with this. Suzanne has no idea of what is coming!

The author retains all rights. If you don't like the idea of coercive adult sexual behaviour and fantasy, please don't read it. If you do read it, I hope you enjoy it.

Your comments and suggestions are always appreciated and welcomed at the address in my profile.

The Invitation

Suzanne James glanced quickly down the list of mails in her in-box. Amongst the usual clutter of spam invitations to increase her penis / breast size, or family income, or to save on medications she had never used, or to subscribe to porn sites she had no call for, were a sprinkling of genuine e-mails from friends or family.

Incongruously sitting amongst the unopened mail she noted one from an unknown, but strangely familiar source. She recognised the domain and format immediately. It was from Ruler Electronics, the company that had employed her husband for the last 11 months. But instead of the familiar ian.james@rulerelectronics.com (indicating another message from her doting husband Ian), the "from" address was an unrecognised hrteam@rulerelectronics.com. Suzanne wondered why her husband's employers would be contacting her direct, and how they could know her private e-mail address. The "subject" line of the unopened mail didn't offer much clarification, and simply stated "2004 360-degree Appraisals"

"Cheek!" she thought to herself, as she quickly started to delete the spam mails from her in-box, resisting the temptation to immediately solve the mystery by opening the enigmatically entitled mail. She scanned the friend and family mails and recognised the usual collection of tired Internet jokes and chain mails. These latter either promised to change your life within 24 hours of sending the offending message on to another 10 unfortunate recipients, or were the slightly less annoying ones that generated a feel-good factor by recounting some heart-warming story of triumph over adversity, followed by an appeal to your conscience to forward the story to "some of the people you really care about, to demonstrate your love for them". She unconsciously made the decision to read/delete those later, and turned again to the mail from the "hrteam" at Ruler Electronics.

Not knowing quite what to expect, she double-clicked the entry and waited for a second for the mail to open on her screen. She read it quickly, and then re-read it with mounting interest and curiosity.



The EMT Ch. 01



At Ruler Electronics, we are very keen on the philosophy of anticipating any issues or problems, and identifying them early enough that solutions can be sought before they escalate into bigger issues. It is important that you understand that this is not to say that we believe there are any issues in the case of your husband, this part of the process, the assessment, is purely routine.

In the case of your husband, though, we do have an additional objective in meeting you. As part of the selection process for the vacant position of EMT member, we are eager to meet you and know a little more about you. With the spouses of the other candidates, we have had a chance to get to know them over a number of years as a result of their longer employment with the company. However, in your own case, Ian has been an employee for a much shorter period, and this dinner appointment will offer us an opportunity to get to know you a little.

As we explained in our previous mail, membership of the EMT brings exceptional benefits to our senior managers, but it also makes some demands. Visiting customers and suppliers are often entertained, sometimes at the homes of our senior managers, and their families are unavoidably involved in other social and team building events. It is therefore important to us that we know a little about you before you and Ian join this special group.

There is no preparation you can do for this part of the evening, the selection interview. Mr Leicester will have a dialogue with you, and form an opinion on the basis of that dialogue. We are confident that you will find this relaxed and not at all as intimidating as it may sound right now. The objective is to get to know you, to understand your strengths and ability to cope with the additional, but not unpleasant, part you play as a spouse of one of our senior managers.

Finally, I have noted the point in your mail about the need for a baby-sitter for Friday evening. We often employ a fully accredited and exceptionally well-qualified baby-sitter / child-minder on behalf of our senior managers. She is available on Friday, and I have taken the liberty of making a provisional booking on your behalf. Obviously, you are at liberty to choose your own baby-sitter, but I strongly recommend Ms Pyrford, who has the added advantage of being employed directly by the company, and therefore is fully covered by the company's insurance policies. Excellent references are available if required. Should you be happy to use her as recommended, the same company car that picks you up and returns you home will deliver and collect Ms Pyrford.

Once again, thank you for your quick and affirmative response to our initial mail,

Kind regards

HR Team Ruler Electronics



Suzanne picked up the groceries and walked through to the kitchen, her head full of questions and thoughts. Private cars, company baby-sitters, entertaining clients, social events, share options, benefits - these EMT members certainly seem to be well looked after and valued, she thought. She knew Mr Leicester, Graham she remembered. She had seen him once, briefly, at the office Christmas Dance last year. She remembered him as being young middle-aged, with an aura of confidence about him. Not cocky, but sure of himself. He had been looked up to by most of the people there, not physically, Suzanne remembered him as being of average height, but impressive nonetheless. So he would be her mystery "date" on Friday - the thought made her giggle. She could think of worse things.

She put away the shopping, continuing to think over the events of the morning, and wondering how she should behave on Friday evening? The thought struck her, what would she wear? This was becoming real. Would she give a good account of herself? She was determined that if Ian were rejected for this position, it would not be because of her. She had always been confident, assured and able to mix well in any company. She made up her mind to enjoy the evening, and to make sure she gave off every indication she could that she was a woman who could be relied on in any social gathering or circumstance.

She went back to the PC and responded:





The EMT Ch. 01



John could see over Ian's shoulder into the house, down the hall, and right into the kitchen. He could just see Suzanne sitting at the table, her back to him, and her upper body silhouetted by the kitchen light shining through her thin nightgown and down the dark hall. The image burnt itself into his brain, and he flushed as he remembered seeing even more of Ian's beautiful wife. He dragged his thoughts back to the present,

"Sorry to bother you Ian, but I was in the bar with a couple of guys from work, and heard something that I thought you should know. Can I come in?"

Ian hesitated. He was aware of the state of dress of Suzanne, though fleetingly intrigued by the possibilities that offered, and he clearly couldn't invite John into the kitchen with his wife in such an exposed state, but he could hardly keep his friend on the doorstep either.

"Yes, of course," Ian replied, "we'll go into the study." He stepped back from the door to allow John in, and started to shepherd him into the study adjacent to the front door. As he closed the front door behind him and turned to follow John into the study, he saw Suzanne still sitting at the kitchen table, and saw the silhouette that had so caught John's breath before.

"Oh my God," thought Ian, "it's happening again - she looks lovely like that. I hope John enjoyed the view." Ian felt a stirring of excitement again at his wife's unwitting and unknowing exposure. Ian left John in the study, and was about to return to the kitchen through the hall when he had another idea. Instead of using the hall, he went back to the kitchen through the door that joined kitchen and study direct. He was perfectly aware that he was creating another view into the kitchen whereby John might see even more of his lovely wife Suzanne. In the kitchen, Ian explained to Suzanne that John was here in the study, something to do with work. Suzanne was clearly a little annoyed at the intrusion, but quickly covered her disappointment, and pouting, said,

"Well hurry up soldier, I'm not sure how long I can keep this thing warm," and she reached down between her legs and cupped her pubic mound with her hand.

Ian was very conscious of the open door between kitchen and study behind Suzanne as she did this, and felt his cock twitch with pleasure that his friend might have heard this blatantly sexual comment from his wife. To cover his embarrassment, he laughed and said, "Yes ma'am, I'll be as quick as I can." He then blatantly adjusted his bundle in his shorts, before returning to the study. Suzanne watched him enter the study and heard him start to talk with John, the muffled sound of their voices carrying through the open door.

Suzanne started to clear away the dinner things, unaware that as she moved around the kitchen, she was giving John occasional flashes as she passed within range of the still open door. As she lifted the half finished bottle of wine, she called through to John and Ian, "Hey, do you guys want a glass of wine?" They both immediately responded, "Yes please!" they cried in unison.

Suzanne poured two new glasses from the bottle and had started to carry them to the study when she remembered how undressed she was. She put them down, and pulled her housecoat from the back of the kitchen door and pulled it on over her nightdress. Then she carried the wine into the study.

John had been trying to concentrate on his conversation with Ian at the same time as keeping his eye on the open door to the kitchen, hoping that his friend's nearly naked wife would walk past again. At one point, as she had been tidying the kitchen, he had seen the whole of her body silhouetted through her flimsy nightdress as she carried some dishes to the sink. He was finding it increasingly uncomfortable keeping his growing erection covered.

He wasn't to know that Ian was equally distracted and embarrassed by his own erection; he had noticed his friend's pre-occupation with the kitchen door, and was all too aware of what John might be seeing. He wished that he could see for himself exactly what his friend was witnessing, but he had his back to the doorway, and could only infer indirectly from the obvious and growing excitement of John. When Suzanne called through to ask if they wanted wine, Ian actually hoped that she would bring the drinks in dressed exactly as she was, so he was slightly disappointed when he turned around to see that she had covered herself partly by slipping on a housecoat.

The men took the glasses of wine from Suzanne, and drank her in with their eyes as they took a sip from their respective glasses.

"So John, what brings you here at this time of night?" asked Suzanne with characteristic bluntness. She was aware of their eyes on her, and hoped that the rapidly donned housecoat had made her respectably decent, but she felt exposed and semi-naked under their gaze.

John cleared his throat, and reluctantly drew his eyes away from Suzanne to look at Ian. "Actually, I picked up some gossip in the pub after work, and I thought you should know," he explained.

"There were several of us there, and a lot of speculation about the candidates for the open EMT position." John looked between Ian and Suzanne to gauge how much either of them might know about the silly-season and the gossip that surrounded it. Ian nodded, "That's OK," he said, "Suzanne and I were only discussing the silly-season ourselves earlier on. So what is the gossip?"

John cleared his throat again, "Well, I don't normally pay much attention to the gossip as you know," he said, "but one of the people there works in personnel, and let out, confidentially, that I was a candidate!"

Ian and Suzanne each took in this news, and then Ian grasped John by the hand and congratulated him warmly. 

Suzanne was in a turmoil at the news. She alone knew that Ian was a candidate, and now she knew who one of the competitors was, Ian's own friend John. She didn't know whether it was useful to know or not, but she recovered her composure to step towards John, and saying "Oh John, that's wonderful news!" she reached up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

John put his arms around Suzanne and hugged her in return, vibrantly aware of the pressure that her near naked breasts created on his own chest as he hugged her tightly to him. His hands, around her waist, could feel the slim taut waistline of Suzanne's midriff beneath the filmy material of her housecoat and nightgown. Ian watched with amusement as his hands reluctantly left her waist, as they pulled apart.

It was an innocent kiss of congratulations, but every one of the three people present had felt the electrically charged excitement of the moment.

Suzanne was first to recover. "That calls for some champagne!" she cried excitedly, and dashed into the kitchen to get a bottle from the refrigerator. 

Ian grabbed John by the shoulder and shook him gently, "That really is great news John! How sure are you of the information, and do you know who else is on the shortlist?"

"Not a clue," said Ian, "on either question, although the source of the information is usually very reliable."

Suzanne returned at that moment, carrying a bottle of bubbly under her arm, and three champagne flutes in her hands. After putting the glasses down, and removing the bottle to hand to Ian for opening, both men were immediately aware of how the wet condensation from the bottle had made her robe and nightgown effectively transparent and cling to the side of her breast. Suzanne, of course was blissfully unaware again of her exposure, but both the men could clearly see the side of her right breast, and the small crease beneath it.

Ian said nothing, and busied himself opening the bubbly. John was transfixed, and unable to take his eyes off the view of Suzanne's perfect breast as she stood and watched her husband struggle with the wine.

When the cork popped, Suzanne moved quickly to offer one of the empty glasses for Ian to fill, then handed it to Ian with a smile and renewed congratulations. When all three glasses were filled, Ian proposed a toast to John and wished him luck in the coming selection process. They all drank a hearty toast; although Suzanne continued to wonder how the knowledge she now had could be turned to Ian's advantage.

After a couple of minutes of general conversation, Suzanne excused herself by saying, "Look, I can't stand around here all night in my nightie. I'll go and slip into some clothes."

Ian and John immediately intervened, both speaking at once, "Don't worry on my account!" cried John, as Ian stopped Suzanne leaving, and said, "Don't bother Darling, I'm sure John doesn't mind, and you are perfectly decent as you are."

Ian was aware that this was partly untrue, but he found he rather liked having his wife semi-naked in the company of his good friend, and soon to be member of the influential Executive Management Team at Rulers Electronics.

Suzanne was comforted by the reassurance and spontaneous reaction of the two men, so refilled their glasses, and her own, and they continued to drink and chat about the gossip that John had brought to them. 

Eventually, John reluctantly made his excuses and left Ian and Suzanne to return to his own home. At the doorstep, John made a special effort to kiss Suzanne goodbye, wanting to feel her body against his again. Suzanne stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek as he circled her with his arms and pulled her to him, feeling the whole of her body pressing against him and delighting in the feel of her near-nakedness. Suzanne, who by now had had several glasses of wine, reached up and put her arms around John, and hugged him back as she whispered in his ear, "Good luck John. We'll be keeping our fingers crossed for you." As she did this, she became conscious of his semi erection pressing against her, and was unconsciously impressed with his size and vigour.

Ian watched everything with interest, and then stood in the doorstep with his arm around his wife as they watched John get into his car ready to drive home. For his part, John took all the time in the world to depart, smiling at his friends, but secretly storing in his memory the exquisite silhouette of Suzanne's perfectly naked body that was presented to him as she stood back lighted in the doorway of their Edinburgh terrace.

When he finally, and reluctantly drove down the drive and into the street, Ian turned Suzanne around, closed the door behind them, and pushed her up the stairs ahead of him.

"Now ma'am, I believe you had some duties in mind for me?" 

Suzanne giggled, slightly unsteady from the wine as she stumbled up the stairs. "Right soldier," she said, looking over her shoulder at her husband below. "Your presence is required in the bedroom immediately!"

Ian looked up at his beautiful wife, several steps above him on the stairs. From this position, he could see most of her slender legs beneath her housecoat and the skimpy nightdress she had been teasing him in for the last several hours. He needed no further encouragement, and started to chase her up the stairs to their bedroom.

To be continued... 



The EMT Ch. 02



Ian (again)

Suzanne James bounded athletically up the remaining stairs to the first floor (what the Americans would call the second floor), her husband Ian in hot pursuit. Suzanne was very slightly drunk after the wine they had shared with Ian's friend and colleague, John. The high she had been on since receiving the invitation to meet the decision makers behind an important selection for promotion involving her husband Ian, had continued through the arrival of their friend John. Even the news that he too was in the running for the important promotion chance had not dampened her spirits. Suzanne was the only one to know of the candidacy of her husband.

She still wore the skimpy nightdress that she had donned after satisfying her besotted husband earlier that afternoon, although now she also wore the thin housecoat she had used for the sake of decency when John had arrived with his news. Now, as she climbed the stairs, she stripped this unnecessary outer layer from herself and threw it down behind her, where it tangled momentarily with the progress of her chasing husband.

As she ran into the bedroom, Suzanne pulled the thin nightie over her head, before throwing herself, laughing and excited, naked on the marital bed.

Her legs and arms flapped and tangled briefly as she settled on the bed, where she eventually came to rest on her back, her arms by her side, and one long leg folded over the other. As Ian, her husband, paused at the doorway to their bedroom, that is how he saw her, naked and vulnerable, smiling and panting, eyes bright with excitement, a vision of loveliness and innocence, exposed on their Queen-sized bed.

Ian's breath caught in his throat as he gazed at her. Once again, he marvelled at the luck that had made her his. He was well aware of the envy and admiration that was often visible in the eyes of his friends and colleagues, of the way that they looked at his beautiful wife. He had recently started to enjoy the excitement that they enjoyed when they saw her, and moments before, he had deliberately held her silhouetted in the front door, exposed to his friend John by the backlight of the house lights as his friend returned to his own house and family.

Now he gazed at her again. She was looking expectantly at him, her eyes candle bright with the love, pride and excitement that she felt towards him. Her teeth sparkling in her smile and her blond hair cast about her on the pillow. Her arms were pressed down at her side, and despite the modicum of modesty, the slightly crossed legs, one over the other, her neatly trimmed bush drew his eyes from the long, slender tapering of her waist to the "V" of her groin. Her skin was clear and dry, well tanned from her sessions at the sun studio, and he knew he loved her above all other things.

He stayed in the doorway as he stripped off his t-shirt and shorts, before he strode towards her, his erection swaying in front of him, like the bow light on a sailing yacht in a choppy sea. As she watched him undress, her eyes shone with an even fiercer light, and her legs involuntarily uncrossed at his approach.

At the side of the bed, he leaned over and took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking it in and causing it to erect between his lips. Suzanne moaned in appreciation, and reached up with her right arm to pull his head closer to her breast. Ian drank in her scent, and thought - not of her - but of the excitement he had seen in his friend's eye. Ian turned his head, her nipple still firmly grasped in his mouth, and looked along her flat stomach towards the neat blond landing strip of her pubis.

Ho loved his young wife; the way she looked; the way she smelled; the way she walked, talked, laughed, cried, loved, felt, blushed, came, smiled, dressed; everything about her was a delight and a mystery to him. Owning her, being her other half, coming home to her in the evening or in the morning, made him happy. He remembered the joy he felt sometimes, after a night shift, when he came home, tired but happy, early on a Sunday morning, the rest of the world barely awake. He would stop and buy her flowers, sneak into their house before anyone awoke, and take her a cup of tea and the flowers to their bed. After waking her gently, and giving her time to adjust to his presence, he would make love to her and feel like he felt now; that she was an essential part of his being.

Ian released her nipple from his mouth, and dragged his tongue down the slope of her lower breast, across the gentle curve of her rib cage, past her oval belly button and the flat plain of her lower stomach. Here his tongue dried from the absorption of her sparse blond pubic hair, and he wetted it in his mouth, interrupting the passage of his devotion, before continuing into the folds of her sex.

She shivered as he reached her intimate corners, parting her legs to allow his familiar access, inviting his attention, and drawing her arms over her face as she submitted to the familiar, but ever-exciting administrations of his tongue and lips.

Ian swung his body round, parting her legs even further to make his access easier. He settled between her legs and lapped momentarily at her erupting sex. As the petals of her sex opened, and her hard button presented itself to his mouth, he sucked it in with his soft lips, feeling her softer inner lips with his tongue, before letting the same tongue run over her excited bud. 

This was both familiar and exciting. He knew her body, knew what he was capable of calling from it, and he expertly stimulated her as she continued to moisten and open beneath him. Suzanne thought of nothing except the feelings she was experiencing. Ian was aware of his own hardness, pressed against the bed, and of his own devotion and submission to the needs of his wife.

He allowed his lips to be drawn further south, from her bud to her folds, and beyond. She raised her knees in Pavlovian reaction to his stimulation, moving her hands down to grasp her own knees and draw them up, and automatically raising her butt to his access. His tongue and lips pulled away from her sex, and turned to the delicate rose of her arse; first licking it, and then stiffening and probing it; his ultimate act of submission to her. Her hands tightened behind her knees, accepting his taboo token, opening herself to him.

And so Ian found himself, as so often before, adoring her body in the way he felt most comfortable. Alternating between Suzanne's ass and her sex, wanting to draw himself into her, simply worshipping his wife. He felt her body start to stiffen as her excitement mounted; felt one of her hands reach down to grasp the top of his head and pull him into her; felt her back arch, and her head throw back as she approached her climax, and her hip movements slowed, and her hand pressed his face ever harder against her as she came, and blessed his worship and sacrifice for her with her own release.

Then he felt her body slowly relax, and he caught his breath, between sucking and nibbling at her lips, and making her quiver with the aftershock of her orgasm.

They subsided. She relaxed, then instantly awoke as he repeatedly nibbled at her. He recovering his breath, proud of his achievement, hard cock pressed between his body and the bed. Delighting at the responses from her as he teased and tormented her in her afterglow.

Eventually, after several more minutes of intimate nibbling, and shuddering response from Suzanne, Ian raised himself from her and crawled above her, bringing his stiff cock to press against her receptive sex. He felt the initial pressure of resistance as he probed her lips, followed by the warm, moist welcoming of her vagina as she accepted him into her.

Her eyes opened as he entered her, and sparkled again with the satisfied look of love as she smiled up at him, feeling him filling her belly with his eager cock. Now as he looked down into her face, he felt again the pride and excitement that she brought out in him. As he started to slowly stroke into and out of her body, he watched her face, and found his thoughts returning to his fantasies about his friends seeing her like this, this exact view.

His lust rose with the fantasy, feeding it, and for the first time he felt the need to share some of his wanton thoughts with her.

"You look fabulous," he whispered to her, "I am so proud of you."

He wanted to find the words to make her aware of his feelings, for her to know how he felt when he saw his friend eyeing her with lust and excitement and envy, but he was struggling to think of the appropriate opening, scared of how she might react to these secret thoughts and fantasies. As he continued his gentle lovemaking, staring into his wife's eyes, he searched for what to say.

"I love to look good for you," she whispered back, "and I'm sure that John didn't mind me being in my nightie when he arrived."

Ian's cock actually surged at her words. He felt saliva begin to well up in his mouth he was so excited at the opportunity she had presented to him. It was as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. As he stroked deeply into her, he took the chance.

"I'm sure he would have been happier if you hadn't covered yourself with your gown." He managed to say, waiting expectantly and nervously for her reaction.

"I'm sure that he would have been too," she smiled at him, "but you wouldn't want him to see me in just my nightie would you?" she teased. "My nightie on its own would have left me virtually naked for him."

Suzanne felt the surge in his cock this time, and recognised the effect her words were having on him. Now, recognising he would never have a better opening, Ian took the plunge:

"He saw you in just your nightie when I first opened the door," he managed to say. His heart felt like it was in his throat; he was so excited. Suzanne closed her eyes, and remembered that the door from the kitchen to the hall had been open when Ian had answered the front door. She blushed quickly at the thought, but realised John would only have seen her back.

Ian continued, stroking rhythmically into and out of her, "And then he saw you through the door to the study, when you were clearing away the dishes." This time Suzanne really blushed at the thought. The nightie was short and virtually transparent, he would have been able to clearly see her body, naked beneath it. 

Now he had started, Ian found it difficult to stop, "I would love for him to see you naked," he stuttered in his excitement, "I was so disappointed when you brought the wine in wearing that robe, I so wanted him to see how beautiful you really are." 

Suzanne recognised how this subject was exciting him, and despite being slightly shocked, wanted to play along with the fantasy, "So, you actually want me to display myself to your friends do you?"

Ian could hardly believe his luck, nor contain his spiralling lust. "Yes!" he managed to croak, his pulse now racing at the possibility. "If an opportunity comes again, I would like you to let yourself be seen. I would like John to see all of you. And I'd like him to know that you know he's seen you, and that you liked him seeing."

Ian was amazed at the speed at which this fantasy was progressing. For her part, Suzanne was surprised that Ian was so specific - it sounded like he actually wanted John, specifically, to see her in that way. She wasn't sure if she liked the way this was developing, but there was no question that she liked the effect it was having on Ian. He felt bigger inside her than ever before, and she recognised that he was showing all the signs of approaching his orgasm.

"Tell me you will do it," Ian begged, "tell me that you will really let John see you naked, pleeeaase?" he groaned as he pushed himself ever deeper into her.

Suzanne recognised his need. As she wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him deeper into her with her heels, she responded, "I will do it," she said, "I will arrange for John to see me naked. I'll let him see my breasts and my ass, I'll let him see my pussy." As she spoke the words, she felt Ian's excitement, felt his thrusts speed up, felt him swell inside her. His breath was now coming in grunts, and his eyes were tightly clenched shut as he imagined John seeing his own wife in all her glory, imagined his beautiful wife deliberately exposing herself to his friend.

Suzanne continued feeding his fantasy, "and I'll let him know that I know he is looking. I'll turn and smile at him so he knows that I know he is looking. Ngggnnng" she felt his deep thrust into her. "And every time we meet in public.uhnnn, afterwards, oh yes, he'll remember, mmmmnnn, looking at me, remember seeing me, aaaaagggh, naked."

As she spoke, between her own groans and utterances, she felt Ian respond to her words, pushing harder into her, tensing the muscles of his buttocks at the depth of his invasion into her, and then quickly withdrawing before stabbing himself deeply into her again.

"Oh yes, oh God!" Ian cried as he started to come. Suzanne pushed back against him, surprising herself with the passion she felt. She was amazed to recognise that the talk about exhibiting herself was also adding to her own excitement. As she felt the first splashes of Ian's intense orgasm inside her, she squeezed herself against him, trapping him inside her, and experiencing her own orgasm building within. So it was that, as Ian's deflating cock twitched inside her, it brought Suzanne to a pulsing orgasm of her own.

Ian collapsed on top of Suzanne, his breath coming in pants from his exertions, his brow studded with sweat beads, and his entire body shaking from the intensity of his release. Suzanne reached around him and pulled him to her as she tried to keep him inside her for another minute or two, her vulva contracting and relaxing in spasms from her own continuing orgasm.

Eventually, Ian slipped from her, and rolled exhaustedly from her, ending up lying on his back beside her on the bed. Suzanne turned towards him, gazed down at his flaccid cock, moist with their joint secretions, and contentedly reached her arm across his chest, snuggling up to her lover and husband. It was in this position that Ian slipped into sleep; but Suzanne remained awake, thinking about her own reaction to her husband's newly revealed fantasy.

Suzanne

As Ian slept peacefully beside her, Suzanne wondered about what had just happened. Her husband had actually admitted that he wanted her to expose herself to his best friend. Ok, it was in the heat of passion, but it had clearly been extremely exiting to him. She had never known him so . so what? she wondered. So "uncontrolled" she realised. He had been completely lost in the image of the fantasy.

And what about her? What about her own surprising reaction to this revelation? She knew that talking about it in the midst of their lovemaking had affected her, had turned her on. Her own excitement and reaction had not been simply a response to the extra vigour and strength she had felt in her husband as she played to his fantasy. She realised that the fantasy itself had affected her. She was both surprised and puzzled at her own reaction.

Suzanne had spent her whole adult life maintaining the modesty and decorum expected of a respectable young, and later married, woman. Why should the idea of displaying herself to other men than her husband suddenly become an exciting proposition?

As she lay there cuddling her husband, Suzanne tried to imagine scenarios where the fantasy might become reality. She found it difficult to think of a set of circumstances where she could be naked in front of John, and she tried and discarded several ideas before a reasonable thought presented itself. As she was thinking, she convinced herself that she was going down this route purely to try to understand her own peculiar reaction. Whatever happened, she could never just deliberately expose herself to John without there being some kind of pretext to hide behind.

She imagined John being in the house, maybe working with Ian in the study. She would be in the upstairs bathroom, showering or bathing; in any event, naked. Maybe she would need to come downstairs for something, wrapped in a towel. The idea was developing. When she was sure that John was watching her, through the door into the kitchen, she could "accidentally" let the towel drop. 

As she thought through and replayed this scenario several times in her head, she was again surprised to feel her own excitement rising once more. She imagined herself, in the kitchen, John staring at her through the open door, the towel in a heap at her feet, and her entire body exposed to his excited gaze.

Than she imagined John, later, replaying the incident in his own head, thinking of her nakedness as he played with himself. Her excitement continued to rise.

She imagined the immediate aftershock; John attempting to look away, but unable to take his eyes of her; herself, frozen in time, slow to react and cover up, allowing him plenty of time to drink in the view of her. And then she invented the piece de resistance, the crowning glory. She imagined picking up the towel and walking from the kitchen into the hall, and past the other open door in the study. She imagined walking past the open door, still naked and carrying her towel, and turning to look at John, and smiling at him; deliberately letting him know that she wanted him to see her. As she played this little fantasy in her mind several times, she became aware of her own hand between her legs, her fingers skilfully stimulating herself, feeling the sticky residue from the lovemaking with Ian, and feel a new wave of moisture from her renewed excitement adding to it. She closed her eyes and saw John watching her through the open study door, his eyes following her every move as she slowly and deliberately walked up the stairs, naked, her eyes never leaving his.

And then she came, again, with that picture in her mind. And she knew that she wanted to do it. She knew that she wanted John, every time he met her afterwards, to remember that she had deliberately let him see her naked. She wanted him to be able to see her on social occasions, dressed, but able to know exactly what she looked like beneath her clothes. She wanted John to think about her when he masturbated. She wanted him to imagine making love to her when he was with his own wife. She wanted his desire. 

As she settled down to sleep after her orgasm died away, she knew that she would make Ian's fantasy come true. She had a plan, and she had the desire. Now she wanted to do it; for Ian; for John; but mostly for herself.

Suzanne and Ian slept like the contented and sated lovers they were, dreaming their own dreams, hardly moving in their bed, their bodies intertwined, until the alarm went off the next morning.

...to be continued...



The EMT Ch. 03



Thursday Morning

When the alarm went off, Ian sat up with a start after one of the most satisfying night’s sleep of his life. The sun was already up (residents in Edinburgh were used to very long days in the summer, and very long nights in the winter), and the sky looked clear and bright through the high bedroom window.

Ian extracted himself from the grasp of his still sleeping wife, and rose to his feet, pulling the quilt over Suzanne’s naked body as protection from the slight chill in the morning air. He smiled down at her and padded through to their bathroom, and stepped straight into the shower. As he washed, he remembered the events of the night before, and felt his cock begin to tumesce as he relived various clips of the evening in his mind’s eye.

As he remembered how his wife had told him that she would deliberately expose herself to his friend, last night’s excitement came back to him in full measure, and he was fully erect as he stepped out of the shower. He smiled at himself in the bathroom mirror, and wondered if she would ever really go through with it. 

Suzanne’s reaction to his fantasy had really surprised him. He had definitely noticed her own growing excitement and reaction, as they played out their fantasy together. Maybe she would, he thought.

As he shaved and brushed his teeth, he turned his thoughts to the challenges at work ahead, and his body subsided to a more normal state. Twenty minutes later, he kissed the still sleeping Suzanne, left her a cup of fresh coffee on the bedside table, and headed out for the short journey to work.

As he backed the car out of the garage and turned down the broad Edinburgh street, Suzanne stirred and stretched and reached a slender arm from under the duvet, patting the empty bed where her husband had been so shortly before. She moaned softly with regret when she realised that he had already left for his day in the office, then turned towards the window, and seeing the still steaming coffee on the bedside table, smiled to herself. She pushed the hair back from her eyes, pulled herself into a sitting position, stretched over the coffee to switch on the radio, then sat back and sipped at her coffee. Her first thoughts, too, were of the surprising excitement she had experienced the night before.

As she remembered the thoughts she had dared to think the previous night, and remembered that John had already seen her in her very revealing nightie, she blushed slightly with embarrassment. Then, as she remembered how she had designed a practical way to make Ian’s fantasy a reality, she felt the familiar first flush of excitement again, and she squeezed her legs together, and forced herself out of bed to prevent the idea running away with her again.

She too padded naked into the bathroom and stepped straight into the shower.

Half an hour later, as Suzanne sat at her dressing table drying her hair, Ian sat at his desk in his office at Ruler Electronics when John walked through his door.

“Hey Ian, thanks for the support and the bubbly last night! I hope you didn’t mind me popping round so late with the news?”

Ian looked up at his friend and colleague, “Not at all John. I’m glad you took the trouble to come and tell us yourself. Suzanne and I are delighted for you, and we both hope you get the job.”

John smiled broadly, “Thanks mate. Of course, if I do get it, that’ll make me your boss you realise?”

Ian laughed. “I’ve been in much worse positions John, I’m sure I can live with it.”

As John made to leave, he looked back at Ian, “Suzanne looked as lovely as ever last night by the way. It was good to see her again!” Before Ian could react, John had winked at him and gone, leaving Ian wondering whether his friend’s choice of words had been deliberate or accidental. He felt the familiar feeling of excitement as he hoped that they had been deliberate. 

After John had left, Ian replayed his parting words in his mind. “Suzanne looked as lovely as ever last night” and “It was good to see her again”. Of course, they could be a perfectly innocent compliment. But given that John had seen Suzanne in her skimpy nightie several times, and then Ian had deliberately held her silhouetted in the doorway, they could equally be a taunt or boast from John, maybe even a veiled request to see more, thought Ian with mounting excitement. When he considered the wink that had accompanied the words, Ian was inclined to believe that John knew exactly what he was saying, and that he had come to his office first thing to say them at the first opportunity.

Ian reached down and adjusted his stiffening member beneath his desk. He was coming to realise that he not only liked the idea of his friend seeing his wife “en flagrant”, but that he enjoyed the idea of his friend taunting him with the knowledge. Ian found it difficult to concentrate on work for the rest of the day, and he didn’t see his friend and colleague again, until just before it was time to leave for home.

This time it was Ian that had to visit John’s office with some purchase requests that needed authorisation. As John was the budget holder for vendor supplies, Ian needed to get his approval before generating the purchase orders that would bring in the supplies needed for next month’s production run. Ian took the requests round personally.

John offered Ian a seat and a cup of coffee. Ian sat down in front of John’s desk, and quickly explained his justification for the purchases, which John then signed as a matter of routine. The coffee arrived, brought by John’s amiable secretary, and the two friends started to chat.

“Any more news about the promotion?” asked Ian, after the secretary had left the room and the door was discreetly shut.

“Nothing yet,” replied John, “although I have heard that the EMT will make their choice of candidate next week, ready for board approval at the Board meeting the week after.”

“So, silly season has another couple of weeks to run,” laughed Ian.

John smiled, “It sure does. It’s funny, I feel a lot more involved in it this time.” He grimaced at Ian.

The two guys chatted for a few more minutes, before Ian said, “I have to get going! I’m on nights tomorrow, so I’m leaving for home early tonight. What time are you finishing?”

“Late,” replied John, “I’m standing in for Dave until about 8:00 or 9:00 pm so he can go to a parents evening at his son’s school. I’ve nothing to go home for anyway, Lucy is away at her mother’s until the weekend.”

Ian couldn’t avoid making the offer. “Well, if you feel like some company when you finish, you’re welcome to drop by you know.”

John looked up quickly, “That’s a kind offer,” he said with a smile spreading across his face, “it’s been ages since I saw the lovely Suzanne.” And he winked again.

Ian’s pulse raced. Was he doing this deliberately? Again, there was ambiguity in John’s quick reply and acceptance of Ian’s not quite innocent offer, Ian thought. The reply could be an entirely innocent joke; the wink could be because they both knew that John had “seen” Suzanne only last night; or it could be saying, again, “I’d like to see more of your lovely naked wife”. Ian couldn’t be sure, but he sure found it exciting to have this double entendre going on between them, innocent or not.

“OK, well we’ll maybe see you later,” He said as he left John’s office, “I’m sure that Suzanne won’t mind you seeing more of her.” he joked, adopting the double entendre for himself, and feeling decidedly wicked at doing so.

As Ian walked down the corridor, John watched his departing back with a curious smile on his face. “I wonder?” he thought to himself.

Thursday Evening

Suzanne, after she had dropped off Emma at the play-school, had spent the day cleaning the house. These old Edinburgh terraces, whilst stately and roomy, took some maintenance she had discovered. 

Like many similar houses in the old city, it was built on the side of a hill, falling steeply away from the front to the back of the house. The result was that street-level at the front of the house (referred to as the ground floor) was actually 2 floors above the garage, which was at street-level at the rear of the house. The garage had originally been the kitchen when the house had been a respectable town house in the Victorian era, with a permanent live-in staff, some 130 years before. Above the ground floor, which contained the study, the new kitchen and the dining room, was the first floor where the large and elegant living room stretched from front to back of the house. They hardly ever used this room, except when they were entertaining – which they did rarely.

Above the living room, the five bedrooms, 3 bathrooms and nursery spread over two floors beneath the loft space, or attic as it was generally called. The attic was inaccessible, except by a drop-down ladder, and was only used for storage space.

That left one floor that they still hadn’t decided what to do with; the floor immediately beneath the “ground floor”; one level down from the kitchen, study and dining room. It was about half the floor space of the floor above because of the steep slope of the hill on which the house was built. It was also about twice the footprint of the floor below, which contained nothing more than the garage, which would comfortably hold three cars, although the James’ only owned one.

Suzanne was cleaning on this intermediate floor when she heard the garage door open below, and Ian drive his car in on his return from work. As well as a hall with the stairwell, this floor contained two smallish rooms that they tended to use for box-rooms, additional storage. She was in one of these rooms, with Emma pretending to help her, as she heard Ian start to climb the stairs.

Suzanne signalled to Emma to keep quiet, and waited until Ian was passing through the hall, about to take the next flight of stairs to the “ground floor”, when she burst through the door with a whoop, and frightened the life out of her husband.

He turned quickly, recognised his wife, and his young daughter giggling behind her, before taking them both into his arms and kissing them “Hello” on his return from work. Ian then carried Emma up the stairs to the study, while Suzanne finished what she was doing. As Suzanne entered the study, Ian was on all fours, his tie loose around his neck, with Emma astride his back like she was riding a horse.

“Look mummy, I’m riding!” she cried excitedly to Suzanne, as she came into the comfortable study room. The room was large for a study, with a door to the hall on the left (through which Suzanne had just entered), and a door to the kitchen on the opposite wall to the front window – looking out on the elegant Edinburgh street in front of the house.

Suzanne smiled at her daughter, and asked of her husband, “Do you want a drink? I could murder a gin and tonic.”

Between prancing around the carpeted floor on all fours, Ian was able to say, “Yes please, make it a large one.”

Suzanne walked straight through to the kitchen and prepared their favourite tipple. By the time she returned, Emma was playing happily with a doll on the floor, and Ian was sitting looking tired and exhausted on the small two-seater sofa beneath the window. Suzanne flopped down beside him and handed him his drink, before taking a long pull from her own.

“Aaaah, that’s better.” she exhaled after taking the refreshing hit.

Ian took the chance to look at his wife. Even tired and dusty from her housework, she looked great to him. Dressed in jeans, t-shirt and flip-flops, her hair tied back in a short ponytail, and her long legs stretched out in front of her, she still excited him. “Thanks for last night” he said, keeping his voice low; Emma was getting to an age where she understood a lot more than she should.

Suzanne looked across at her husband, and smiled, “It was my pleasure soldier. You were certainly full of energy, at least until you fell asleep.”

“It was very exciting for me,” Ian confessed, “and I really enjoyed you playing along.”

Suzanne patted his thigh, “I enjoyed myself very much too,” she whispered, “did John really see me in just my nightie?”

“Oh yes!” he replied, “several times, and I am very confident that he enjoyed it very much too. In fact he made a point of coming to see me in my office this morning to tell me ‘how good it was to see you!’.”

Suzanne actually blushed at the thought. “And do you still feel the same way?” she asked, “Do you still want him to see more of me?”

Ian gulped and swallowed, feeling his excitement mounting again. “Yes, I think so,” he was able to spurt out, “No! I know so, the thought is really exciting for me, I don’t know why. I guess I am so proud of you; I just want to show you off.”

Suzanne looked seriously at him with raised eyes. “You understand that if we did this thing, then we couldn’t undo it?” she asked. Ian’s heart jumped into his throat. My God, he thought, she is really thinking about doing it.

“I understand that” he replied, “but this is something I have thought a lot about, and I would really love to do it, just once. It would be so fantastic to know that he had seen you, and that he knew you knew and didn’t mind.”

All this time, they kept their voices low, whilst Emma played contentedly in front of them. Ian held his breath to see what was going to happen next.

After a couple of minute’s contemplation, Suzanne smiled at Ian and winked at him. “OK!” she said. “Next time there is an opportunity, we’ll see what happens.” She gulped her drink down, and stood to take Emma for her bath.

Ian gulped, then looked up at her and stuttered, “Th..that may be sooner than you think. John may be popping around this evening after work!”

Suzanne looked at him horrified, “What do you mean?” she exploded, “What have you done?” She looked at him suspiciously, her head cocked on one side, the way she sometimes looked at Emma when she had done something wrong.

“No! Nothing like that!” exclaimed Ian, “He is working late, and on his own tonight. I simply invited him over for a beer if he was lonely.”

Suzanne wasn’t convinced. “Don’t go setting things up before I’m ready,” she admonished him, “come on Emma, bath time.” And she swept up Emma and took her upstairs to her own bathroom two floors above. Ian watched them climb the stairs, sipped his drink, and settled back into deep thought, “What might happen now?”

Upstairs, Suzanne filled the bath for Emma, stripped her off, and popped her in the bath with a few of her favourite bath time toys. As she did so, she thought more about the discussion she had just had with Ian downstairs. Ian had confirmed his desire for her to display herself to John, and had even arranged for John to come round later tonight. Suzanne remembered her own fantasy from the night before. She was annoyed at the thought of being manipulated. But she was excited about the possibilities. She was still dirty and dusty from her day cleaning the house. On a whim, she stripped off her clothes and joined Emma in the bath.

Suzanne and Emma had great fun for 20 minutes, splashing and sploshing around in the bath. Emma was delighted to have her mummy join her in her bath, an occasional treat. Suzanne was happy to have the time to think on her own, without the added pressure of taking Ian’s views into account. As she played with Emma, half her thoughts were about what she would do.

Eventually, she made up her mind, pulled the plug, and took Emma back to her nursery to dry and dress her for the evening. Suzanne pulled on a bathrobe whilst she got her daughter ready for bed. A few minutes later, they were downstairs; Ian telling Emma a story, whilst Emma prepared her evening meal. Half an hour later, Emma was happily in her bed, and Suzanne and Ian were enjoying their first “grown-up” drink of the night, Suzanne still in the bathrobe she had pulled on after her bath with Emma.

It was 8:00 pm. Suzanne looked up from the sofa where she was sitting, and asked Ian, “So what time might we expect John?”

Ian looked at her fondly; she seemed to have gotten over her annoyance from earlier. "He said he'd be in the office until 8:00 or 9:00, and that he might drop in on his way home, so it could be any time between now and 9:30 I guess." he replied.

Suzanne nodded slowly, thinking, "And do you think he'll come?" she asked.

"I know I would if it were me," joked Ian. "I wouldn't turn up an opportunity to see you again if I had the chance."

"And you really want to do this?" she continued.

Ian found himself swallowing saliva again that seemed to rush into his mouth. "Yes darling, I really do, if you are OK with it of course."

Suzanne stared at him searchingly for a second or two, and then gulped her drink down. "OK! I'm not making any promises, but if he turns up, bring him in here and give him a drink, keep yourselves entertained until I come downstairs, then we'll see what happens." She stood up from the sofa, deliberately walked over and opened the door into the kitchen wide open, then walked back through the study and through the door into the hallway, again leaving the door wide open. As she started to climb the stairs, she called back to Ian, "If he asks where I am, tell him I'm getting cleaned up after finishing the housework." She was gone, disappeared up the stairs, and leaving Ian alone in the study with his thoughts and his heart beating like a blacksmith's hammer. He had never felt so nervous and excited in his life before. If all went well, he was about to see his beautiful, precious and demure wife deliberately expose herself to his closest friend. It was, quite literally, a breathtaking prospect. He settled back and turned his attention to the TV, which was playing quietly in the corner of the room.

Suzanne, meanwhile, was at her dressing table fixing her light makeup. If she was going to do this thing, she wanted to look her best. She slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders, and started the all too familiar routine of applying just a little foundation to her neck and face.

By the time that the front door bell rang, 40 minutes later, Suzanne was applying the finishing touches of lipstick, before finally tidying her hair. She heard Ian greet John in the hall below, and the muffled voices as they went into the study. Then she heard a wine bottle being opened, and the glug-glug of wine being poured, and glasses clinking.

She couldn't believe that she was going to do this thing, but she knew she was going to try. As she'd sat at her dressing table, she had refined and reviewed her plan, essentially the one that she had invented the previous night when Ian fell asleep. 

Now, she felt excited and nervous and unsure of herself. But, she reminded herself, definitely excited. She could feel her own moisture leaking from her sex, and could smell her own excitement. She reached across her table to rip a few tissues from the box and wiped herself briefly between her legs.

Suzanne still had the bathrobe tied around her waist, but had shucked her arms from it whilst doing her makeup, so she was naked from the waist up. She examined herself again in the mirror; her perfect breasts, and the finely boned features of her face. Her makeup, she realised, was perfectly done; discreet, natural, yet highlighting her best features. 

She looked at herself in the mirror, stared herself straight in the eye, and said out loud "Showtime!" then she giggled and stood from her dressing table.

She shed the bathrobe from herself, examined her naked body in the mirror, and then slipped on a pair of elegant heeled slippers that accentuated her ankles. Finally, she picked up the bath towel that she had pulled clean and fresh from the airing cupboard after Emma's bath, and wrapped it around herself, just under her armpits. She tucked one corner into the top to loosely secure it, took a deep breath, and started out of the bedroom towards the stairs.




The EMT Ch. 03



Ian and John were laughing at one of John's jokes when they heard Suzanne heading down the stairs. They both turned to look at her as she walked into the study. John almost whistled. The bath towel covered her completely from the top of her chest to nearly her knees, but it was evident that she was naked beneath it. The liquid movement of her breasts as she walked proudly into the study was evidence enough.

But this wasn't what had nearly made John whistle. It was Suzanne's face, or her head, or her aura, or something. She looked gorgeous! Perfectly made up, hair immaculate, eyes alive with secret excitement. John had never seen her looking so good. Ian thought that she had looked the same at their wedding, the same inner light shining from her. Both men just stared at her, almost with their mouths open. It was left to Suzanne to break the silence.

"Hello John," she smiled at him, "please excuse me, I'll be with you men in a minute, but Emma has a headache and needs an aspirin."

At the news of his daughter's headache, Ian, who could barely control his excitement and anticipation at what might be about to happen, came to his senses, "Do you want me to go up and see her?" he asked.

"No, don't be silly!" she shushed him, "it's just a headache. I'll give her an aspirin, then get dressed and come down. You two carry on with what you were doing."

With that, Suzanne walked past the guys, through the door into the kitchen, and over to the sink, in full view of the two men who's eyes followed her every step. At the sink she filled a glass of water, took a little sip herself, then refilled the glass.


"It's now or never!" she thought to herself, as she sipped the water. She could feel the eyes of the men on her. Standing as she was against the sink, she was right side on to them through the open doorway, perfectly in profile, and fully visible from head to foot. She took a deep breath, and reached above her to the kitchen cabinet where the medicines were kept out of Emma's reach.

She opened the cabinet door, and fumbled inside to retrieve the Junior Aspirin, and just as she had them in her hand, the glass of water in the other, right on cue, the corner of the towel that she had tucked loosely into the top, came adrift.

It was perfectly executed. With one arm still raised to the cabinet, there was no way she could prevent the towel slipping off her. With her hands full, there was no way she could catch the towel. Spellbound, Ian and John both watched as in a kind of slow motion, the wrapped towel unpeeled from around her and slipped to the floor, revealing first her breasts, then her flat and extended tummy, and finally the beautiful globes of her ass.

Both men sucked in their breath, as Suzanne stood perfectly motionless and completely naked before them. After a pause of what seemed like several seconds, Suzanne turned towards them, offering a sight of her pubic hair, blond against the tan of her skin. Without looking at them, she put the glass of water down, then squatted down, keeping her back perfectly straight, to retrieve the towel from the floor. As she squatted, her legs opened slightly, offering a tantalising glimpse of the lips of her sex, which John was sure showed the telltale signs of her moistness.

After retrieving the towel, Suzanne gathered the glass and aspirins, and walked slowly out of sight towards the left of the kitchen. Part one of her mission had been successfully completed.

Neither of the men had yet drawn breath. As if in a trance, they followed the sound of her footsteps as she walked invisibly down the hall outside, until she once again came into view through the other door of the study. John was amazed to see that she was still totally naked, nonchalantly carrying her towel over her right arm, away from them. As she turned to climb the stairs, she swapped hands carrying the towel, keeping the side turned towards them completely exposed at all times. On the second step, she paused, and turned towards the two men still ogling her from the study.

John reluctantly dragged his eyes from her long legs and pussy, up past her chest, to her face, where he was surprised to see her looking him directly in the eye. She held his gaze for a couple of seconds that seemed like an eternity, then flashed him a very warm smile, before turning to her side again and disappearing up the stairs, but not without a cheeky wiggle of her bum as she did so.

The spell was broken by her disappearance, and Ian and John turned to look at each other, each of them hiding stiffening erections at what they had seen. It was John who recovered first, "HOLY SHIT!" he said, "What the hell happened there?"

Ian found he couldn't speak. His throat was dry, and his hands clammy. He just reached for his drink and took a long pull.

The Aftermath

For her part, Suzanne climbed the stairs rapidly, with her pulse racing, and not from the physical exertion of the stairs. In her room, she threw down the towel, tossed the Aspirins on her dresser, and drank the glass of water in one draught.

She had done it. And now she needed to think about how she felt about doing it. She fell back, naked onto the bed, and thought about what she had done. 

The anticipation and the build-up had primed her perfectly. Her plan had worked without a hitch. She had concentrated hard on doing it exactly as she had planned it, so she hadn't really been able to enjoy the experience whilst it was happening. Now she had time to reflect, and she found that she did enjoy it.

Her relationship with John could now never be the same, she realised. She had deliberately exposed herself to him; invited him to stare at her; and he had stared. She wondered how he would use that. She found the thought of him having that "over" her stimulating and exciting. If he now chose to flirt outrageously with her, she could hardly get offended. She had taken their relationship, previously just platonic, to a new level. The thought exhilarated her.

She reached down and brushed her pussy lips with her fingers; she was soaking wet. Her pulse was still racing when Ian rushed into the bedroom and all but tripped up in his rush to kiss her, and thank her for making his fantasy a reality. Suzanne looked at him, her eyes bright again with lust, "So, do you think John enjoyed it?" she asked her husband.

"Are you joking!" cried Ian, "He hasn't stopped talking about it. He says you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, bar none. He told me that I was the luckiest guy alive. He even went so far as to tell me that he loved your ass and your tits and your legs and your little blond bush." Suzanne drank this all in. "And what about you?" she asked, "Was it all you expected?"

“Oh God yes! I am going to love seeing him tomorrow, knowing what he has seen, knowing that he'll be thinking about you. Thank you darling, it has been wonderful for me, I am as hard as a rock. And so was he by the way, you certainly bought life to his pecker, he was so hard it was visible."

Suzanne blushed at the thought. "So, what do we do now?" she asked, meaning were they going to make love, or had John already left.

Ian looked at her, "Well we've just opened a bottle of wine. I hope you are going to come down and join us to drink it!" he said hopefully.

"Oh God!" said Suzanne, "I don't know if I can face him straight away. What will he think of me? What should I wear?"

Ian held her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "He thinks you are the sexiest woman alive, is what he thinks of you. It will make the whole thing even sexier, for all of us, if you come down and join us, and chat to him as if nothing has happened. God, think how sexy that will be. He'll be looking at you remembering you naked."

Suzanne realised he was right. When she had been fantasising about this, it had been the thought of the relationship after her exposure that had excited her as much as the exposure itself. She was still very excited by what had happened. If she went downstairs, that excitement would build and build she realised.

"OK!" she said, hesitantly, "but what should I wear?"

Ian laughed. "To be honest, it doesn't matter a damn - he's already seen everything you have to offer. You can come naked if you like." Then he paused, a thoughtful look passing over his face. "No! We can do even better than that. Wait a minute."

Puzzled, Suzanne stayed on her back and watched him run over to her wardrobe and rummage inside. When he emerged, she caught her breath. He was holding her honeymoon negligee, which she had never worn again since the first night of their marriage. It was a massively expensive, beautifully crafted, but totally sheer nightdress, that stretched from her neck to her ankles and was made of a totally diaphanous light and flowing material that swirled around her as she moved, without hiding a single inch of her anatomy. To wear it was to appear more than naked. 

"I can't wear that!" she cried.

"Why not?" asked Ian. "He's already seen you naked. Think how this reinforces what you have just done. It says to him 'I really did want you to see my nudity, and I am showing it to you again just so you know that'. I can guarantee, he will not be complaining."

Suzanne shook her head. "I can't!" she said.

"Please." Ian begged her. "We've come this far, please wear it for me, and for John." He left the negligee draped over the edge of the bed. "We'll be waiting for you downstairs. Please come and join us soon, and when John has gone, we will make love like never before." Ian left the room and headed downstairs.

Suzanne was in a quandary. She had really enjoyed the adventure thus far, and she really wanted to go down and join the men and enjoy the reaction of John to her lewd behaviour. She was soaking wet with her excitement. She got up and slipped on the negligee and looked at herself in the mirror.

She was shocked at what she saw. She had remembered the negligee as being sheer and revealing, designed to excite her new husband on their wedding night, but as she looked in the mirror, she realised that the negligee hid absolutely nothing, and accentuated everything. How could she possibly go downstairs to meet their guest dressed like this? 

The words her husband had said played in her mind. “He's already seen you naked”; “Think how this reinforces what you have just done”; “please wear it for me, and for John”.

Suzanne felt the wave of excitement that she felt at these words and sentiments wash over her again. Until now, she had felt in control of the situation. Now she imagined walking in to the same room as John wearing this gossamer nothing, exposing herself again, for an extended period, open to his close up gaze and attention. She felt humiliated by the idea; and then she felt excited by the humiliation. This was an entirely new feeling for her; stimulated by humiliation. She couldn’t describe why this should be so exciting, but she knew it was.

She straightened her hair, and headed slowly downstairs.

Down below, in the study, the men were still in a state of high excitement. John was still in a state of shock at the display he had seen, and was starting to realise how Suzanne’s obviously deliberate exposure made him feel. He felt privileged and powerful. As he spoke to Ian about the incident, trying to understand what had happened, he unwittingly stoked the fire of Ian’s excitement. This was a dream come true for Ian, his best friend talking excitedly and lewdly about his wife’s naked body with him. He desperately hoped that Suzanne would do as he had asked and join them to add to his excitement and her display.

When the men heard, and then saw her coming down the stairs, dressed as she was, John immediately signalled to Ian to stay where he was, and walked towards her to meet her at the bottom of the stairs. Ian could not afterwards explain why he let his friend take the initiative in this way.

John looked up at Suzanne as she descended the last few steps. Her head was bowed in her humiliation, although she was seething with excitement inside. He stared hard at her nakedness beneath the transparent material, drinking her in with his eyes. And then he raised his hands, and took hers, one in each hand, and led her gently into the study, placing her in the middle of the room. She stood with her head still bowed, afraid to look up at either of them in case her courage failed her. She was aware of her breast heaving, and a growing dampness between her legs, and she was aware of the eyes of both men on her body. There could be no doubt in anyone’s mind now that she wanted John to see her nakedness.

John released one hand, and retaining a light grip on the other, started to walk around her, looking her up and down. Ian sat on the sofa, transfixed by the moving tableau in front of him – his precious wife standing and inviting the lascivious attention of his best friend. As John got half way round her, he released her other hand, which dropped to her side.

What happened next, neither Suzanne nor Ian had anticipated, and neither of them could afterwards explain why they allowed it to happen.

After completing a full circumnavigation of Suzanne, John simply stood in front of her and took charge. 

“Open your legs Suzanne,” John ordered in a quiet, but commanding voice.

Suzanne’s head rebelled, she was not used to taking orders. Her mind screamed at her “What are you doing?” but her lust and excitement got the better of her, and meekly, Suzanne complied. Ian saw his wife shuffle in her elegant slippers to move her feet a full eighteen inches apart.

Suzanne’s mind was in a whirl. She could feel John’s eyes on her, feel his lecherous intent, but she was powerless to resist his commands. She wanted him to see more of her. She wanted him to command her thus. She found that she craved his power over her. She started to recognise, for the first time in her life, that she wanted to have all decisions removed from her, to be powerless and at the command of a man.

John smiled quietly at his small victory, and was fully aware of what it meant. He knew he had to act carefully and cautiously, lest this delicate moment be lost to him. But he knew that if he acted correctly, there would be no end to what this delightful creature would do for him.

He stepped back and admired her again. In this new position, the slender body of Suzanne was totally exposed to him, even the lips of her sex were clearly visible. She was fully exposed.

John spoke to both of them, and to no one. “I am going to touch her!” It wasn’t a request; if it had been it would have been granted by both Ian and Suzanne.

John walked around Suzanne again to stand behind her. When she had heard his words, Suzanne’s body had stiffened to the point of shivering. How far was this going to go, she wondered. How far would Ian let it go? She glanced slightly towards him. Ian was now standing nervously leaning on the sofa and watching events unfold before him. She could see the straining crotch of his pants restraining an obvious erection. She realised that she would probably get no support from her husband, as his best friend continued to enjoy her humiliation, exposure, and she realised, her submission to him.

After a couple of seconds she felt John’s hands fall softly on her shoulders. She jerked at his first touch, then relaxed and stood still, her head still bowed. John moved closer to her, hands still resting on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, “Relax Suzanne. You are very beautiful, and you are going to allow me to touch you. Do you understand?”

Suzanne closed her eyes and tried to come to terms with her mixed emotions and feelings. This was new and frightening for her; but Oh, so incredibly exciting. She wanted his touch; she wanted him to tell her what she must do.

“Do you understand?” repeated John quietly. This time Suzanne allowed her head to nod slightly in silent assent to his command.

“Do you understand?” he repeated again. Suzanne realised he was insisting on hearing the words from her own mouth, and very quietly, almost in a whisper, her throat dry with the excitement she was feeling, she allowed herself to respond.

“Yes I understand,” she whispered. She knew that she had just given this man permission to touch her as he wished, to explore the intimate parts of her body with his hands, and she now felt totally humiliated, and more alive and excited than she had ever felt before in her life.

John slid his hands from her shoulders, across the shoulder blades to the centre of her spine and then down her back to her hips. His fingers never left the gossamer material of her negligee, and he could feel the smooth firm skin of her healthy body through the thin material. As his hands slid over the curve of her hips to the roundness of her cheeks, she shivered in pleasure at the sensual touch of his hands.

John stood close behind her, his two hands cupping the perfect globes of her ass, squeezing slightly. He looked over her shoulder at Ian, still standing in fascinated excitement by the sofa. John spoke quietly, directly to Ian, “Sit down Ian, sit and watch and say nothing.”

Ian would do nothing to break the spell. Above all things, he wanted to see how this developed. He had never felt so in love with his wife, never been so proud of her. Watching his friend enjoy the sight and feel of his precious and beautiful wife was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. He meekly obeyed John’s command and sat quietly on the sofa.

John allowed himself another small smile; now he had them both in his power. He slid his hands back up to Suzanne’s waist, and then around in front of her to her taut, flat stomach, where he paused. Suzanne had raised her arms slightly as he traversed the sides of her waist, and his arms were now inside hers, drawing his body closer to hers as he reached around her.

Suzanne wondered if he would explore upwards or downwards from her midriff. She realised that she didn’t mind; she just wanted to feel more of his sensuous touching.

John slid his hands gently upwards across her ribs until he felt his thumbs bump into the lower slopes of her firm breasts, where he circled his thumbs across the delightful curves and to the sides of her mounds, before sliding his hands further north to cup and weigh the globes of her tits.

Suzanne was now so excited that she was breathing heavily enough to hyperventilate. Her chest heaved as she felt his hands explore her breasts through the thin material of her negligee. He whispered quietly to her as he squeezed and pulled her hard nipples between the fingers and thumbs of his respective hands.

“Tell me that you like me touching you Suzanne,” he demanded in that quiet and powerful voice close to her ear, “tell me that you want me to continue touching you.”

Suzanne was at such a peak of excitement that she could not resist. Ian, who had not heard John’s words, so quietly were they spoken, heard his wife say, “That feels so good. Please keep touching me. Please keep doing what you are doing.” Ian’s hard cock twitched to hear these words from his wife, and he let his hand fall into his lap to discreetly stroke his erection as he continued to watch and listen.

“Very good Suzanne,” John continued, “Now ask me nicely to squeeze your nipples hard.”

Suzanne swallowed. His erotic manipulation of her breasts was stoking the fire between her legs. She was reaching a point where she must get the release of an orgasm. She gulped again, and replied, “Yes, please Sir, please squeeze my nipples hard. Please.” Part of her mind wondered why she had called him Sir.

John let a second or two go by as Suzanne’s anticipation built, and then he slowly started to increase the pressure on her nipples, squeezing them between thumb and finger. The relentless increase of pressure caused Suzanne to open her mouth and raise one foot off the ground as she bent away from him slightly. The effect was to push her bottom against his groin behind her, and she was dimly aware, through the electric pain coursing through her nipples, of his erection pressing into her behind. John maintained his most powerful grip for a couple of seconds more.




The EMT Ch. 03



When he eventually released her nipples, the blood flowing back into them caused Suzanne to gasp with the burning sensation, and waves of pain and pleasure spread across her, causing her clitoris to tingle. She was experiencing feelings and changes in her body that she had never before felt.

John removed his hands from her, and walked back in front of her, and placing his finger under her chin, raised her head to look directly at him. Looking into her eyes, he spoke clearly and firmly for the first time since he had told Ian to sit down. The words were clearly meant for both Suzanne and Ian.

“Tell me that you want me to fuck you Suzanne.”

Suzanne blanched. She desperately wanted to be fucked, she knew that much. Her pussy was on fire and drenched at the same time. This whole incredible evening had brought her to a level of excitement and lust that she could never have imagined feeling. But to let John fuck her, here in front of her husband; could she do that? She glanced quickly over at Ian. He now had his hard cock out and was stroking it in his lap. Her eyes pleaded with him for some support or guidance, but all she got was his sheepish stare in return. She realised he was too far-gone to help her. She looked back at John, and allowed her body to over-rule her mind.

“Yes Sir,” she whispered, “I want you to take me. I want you to use me. Please Sir, please fuck me.”

……..to be continued…….



The EMT Ch. 04



I've been away a long time - personal circumstances kept me from continuing this story - but now I'm back. To all of you who have written to me and asked me to continue, thanks. I hope you enjoy the way this now goes on, and as always, I look forward to your comments.

After such a long pause, you may want to refresh yourseves by skimming through the previous Chapters. This one just jumps in where we left off in Chapter 3, so maybe read the end of that at least.

Enjoy.

Thursday Evening (Continued)

John removed his hands from her, and walked back in front of her, and placing his finger under her chin, raised her head to look directly at him. Looking into her eyes, he spoke clearly and firmly for the first time since he had told Ian to sit down. The words were clearly meant for both Suzanne and Ian.

"Tell me that you want me to fuck you Suzanne."

Suzanne blanched. She desperately wanted to be fucked, she knew that much. Her pussy was on fire and drenched at the same time. This whole incredible evening had brought her to a level of excitement and lust that she could never have imagined feeling. But to let John fuck her, here in front of her husband; could she do that? She glanced quickly over at Ian. He now had his hard cock out and was stroking it in his lap. Her eyes pleaded with him for some support or guidance, but all she got was his sheepish stare in return. She realised he was too far-gone to help her. She looked back at John, and allowed her body to over-rule her mind.

"Yes Sir," she whispered, "I want you to take me. I want you to use me. Please Sir, please fuck me."

John sighed a satisfied sigh and removed his finger from under Suzanne's chin. Her head immediately dropped in her shame and humiliation. Part of her wanted this to stop; the game had gone further than she had ever imagined. But she was more excited than she had ever been; her whole body was tinglingly alive with her excitement.

As she stood there, with her legs spread so lewdly apart, her hands and arms hanging limply at her sides, with John standing motionless before her, drinking her in with his eyes, she had never felt so aroused and exposed. John spoke to her again, quietly but insistently, "Pull up your negligee Suzanne, let me see your wetness."

Suzanne's heart missed a beat as she again realised how utterly in his control she was, and how powerless she felt to resist his insistence. Slowly, her fingers seemed to act of their own accord as she started to gather the filmy material of her nightdress at the sides of her upper thighs. Her hands never moved as her fingers rucked up the material, and as the hem of her negligee started to slide slowly up her legs.

She felt the hem slide past her knees and on up her thighs as she continued to gather the material as ordered by John. Ian couldn't believe what he was seeing. His wife was deliberately exhibiting herself at the whim of his best friend. Finally, the hem of her nightie was in her hands at the sides of her thighs, and hung just below the level of her pussy in front of her. She paused momentarily; unable to uncover herself completely in the slow and deliberate way she had been so far obeying John's command. Silently, John motioned to her to continue with a nod of his head.

Suzanne had no choice. She bent her elbows and pulled her hands, and her negligee, upwards, until she stood there naked from the navel down. Her head was already hanging in her shame when John asked, "Are you wet Suzanne?" The question was so humiliating for her, the answer so degrading, that she could only nod her head slightly in answer. She knew that she was wetter and more excited than she had ever been before, every nerve of her body alive with this new and exhilarating feeling of exposure, submission and humiliation.

John repeated the question, "I asked are you wet Suzanne?"

She nodded her answer again, and then whispered timidly, and with great shame at herself, "Yes Sir, I am very wet".

John reached out towards her, extending his middle finger, sliding it gently and smoothly between her legs, finding her lips open, and feeling for himself the incredible wetness of her sex. For a few seconds, he explored her, adding to her humiliation and excitement.

"Oh you are wet" he murmured as his finger slid back and forth across her dripping sex. "I can see that you are really enjoying this". Suzanne could only stand there in her shame, allowing this man to discover her, unable to resist the temptation to move her hips in response to his touch, pressing her sex back against his exploring finger.

When he finally withdrew his finger, she almost gasped in disappointment.

Silently, John reached out and took her right hand and by gently squeezing her wrist, signalled for her to release the bunched material of her negligee. It dropped quickly to the floor on that side with a rustle, and she allowed her left hand to release it too. Now John pulled her hand towards him, placing her hand on his groin. She could feel his hardness through his slacks, straining against the material of his underwear. He pressed her hand against him, moving it slightly against his growing erection – his desire was clear. Closing her eyes in the shame of what she was doing, Suzanne obliged by feeling the outline of his cock through his trousers, wrapping her fingers delicately around the bulge that was rapidly thickening beneath her fingers. She explored its outline, walking her fingers from the base to the tip, and back again. She actually licked her dry lips as she felt his length and girth, imagining how he would feel inside her.

As Ian watched in silent fascination at the tableau before him, his mind was in turmoil. For him, too, things had gone further than he could ever have expected. His cock strained in his hand as he watched his beautiful wife, standing all but naked, her head bowed and eyes closed, totally exposed to his close friend, and now clearly relishing feeling John's cock as he stood still before her.

Ian had never seen his wife act this way, so subdued, so compliant. She had always been an active and enthusiastic participant in their own lovemaking, often taking the initiative, equal partners. To see her now adopting this passive, almost submissive role was fascinating to him. He was seeing a new side to his wife, and it was exciting him beyond belief. He pulled harder and faster at his own cock as he sat on the sofa observing.

"On your knees!" demanded John, in that same firm and clear voice, aimed directly at Suzanne this time. A shiver ran through her as the import of the words broke through her excitement and mixed emotions, and her eyes briefly opened with the shock and realization that she actually enjoyed being commanded like this. After the briefest pause, she complied, and sank slowly to her knees, her exploring hand never leaving his crotch. She struggled briefly with the negligee, as it bunched at her knees as she knelt, pulling the material taut across her excited breasts. With her other hand, she reached down and freed the gauzy material from beneath her knees as she lifted each one in turn.

Once settled on her knees, she settled back on her haunches such that she actually had to reach up to continue feeling John's cock, now fully erect, but still trapped within the confines of his clothes.

"Part your legs" John demanded, and once again she complied, shuffling her knees apart so that her thighs were opened. As she did this, she could feel her leaking wetness, and her lips parted and her sex opened, like a flower, in her excitement. She desperately wanted to feel something against her sex, or inside her, to satisfy her body's craving for release.

Ian had a perfect profile view of his wife and best friend, partially silhouetted against the light still streaming into the study from the kitchen, where Suzanne had so brazenly exhibited herself so shortly before. He could see his wife on her knees, head level with John's crotch, as he stood motionless in front of her. Ian's own excitement was reaching a peak as he watched Suzanne, unbidden, reach up with her other hand, and start to undo the zip of John's trousers. As she did, her head came up, and her eyes gazed intently at John's crotch as her delicate hands worked the zipper.

Ian couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him. The beautiful wife that he adored and worshipped, and was so proud of, was about to take out the cock of his best friend as she knelt before him, her perfect body outlined perfectly through the sheer material of her honeymoon negligee. He held his breath and squeezed his engorged prick as he watched, desperately trying to delay the orgasm that threatened to overtake him in his excitement.

With John's zip fully pulled down, Suzanne snaked one of her hands into his shorts, and he groaned audibly as her cool soft fingers wrapped around his straining cock. With some difficulty, she eased his erection from his shorts and trousers, and it unfurled before her eyes, to stand straight out in front of him, stiffly erect and impressive now that it was released from the confines of his clothing.

Both men watched in awe as she raised both hands, one either side of his cock, fingers outstretched, and as she slid her hands simultaneously up and down his length, sliding the skin of his cock against the engorged stiffness beneath the skin.  

She was aware that John's cock was longer and thicker than Ian's. After the years of familiarity with Ian, the difference was striking and novel. It reinforced in her mind what she was doing. For a brief moment, the novelty of what she was doing made her question whether she should continue, but her own excitement and, the word burst into her mind bringing its own wave of thrilling excitement, wantonness, made it impossible for her to stop.

Suzanne glanced across at Ian briefly, then licked her lips, and raised her head upwards and forwards, opening her mouth to receive the head of John's cock, then sucking him into her. John felt the soft warm wetness of her mouth over his knob end, and then the gentle suction as she pulled more of his erection into her willing mouth. He let out a short groan and closed his own eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of his cock sliding into the perfect receptacle – the responsive mouth of his best friend's wife, who he had lusted after for so long. As he surrendered himself to the sensations, he was aware of other groans to his right, from where Ian was sitting on the sofa.

As Ian had watched Suzanne open her mouth and suck John's cock into her, his mounting excitement had overwhelmed him, and he had been unable to stop the orgasm that had been building since he came downstairs. With his eyes locked on the scene before him, he had squeezed, stroked and released his own cock just once, then slid his hand back to the base of his cock to repeat the cycle. This time, as more of John's erection was swallowed into Suzanne's mouth, and as he heard his friend groan in pleasure at his own wife's skilful oral manipulation, he felt the pressure build and then well over, and he pumped his own cock as a first violent spurt of ejaculate streamed from the eye of his cock.

He groaned and strained, with both release and regret, as his orgasm continued with a second and third spurt. He squeezed his eyes closed, and squeezed the base of his prick, cupping his balls with his other hand, as his intense orgasm subsided. It took 30 or 40 seconds for him to come back to earth, although to Ian it seemed more like 20 minutes as he revelled in the pleasure of his complete release.

Eventually, he opened his eyes, to see that his noisy ejaculation had caused a temporary suspension of the action on the floor in front of him. Both John and Suzanne had stopped what they were doing to turn and look at him, distracted by his groans and the sounds of his completely self-indulgent climax, inspired by his wife's lewd behaviour all evening.

A thousand thoughts passed through Ian's head in the afterglow of his ejaculation. Pre-eminent among them was a strange new post-orgasmic feeling of guilt and self-disgust. In the peak of his excitement, he had willed on his wife to expose herself to his friend, wanting things to go further, wanting John to take charge and push Suzanne beyond her limits. He had wanted his wife to give herself to his friend, for his friend to share the intimacies and pleasures that thus far had been restricted for his own use.

Now his own needs had been satisfied, Ian felt less sure about how things were progressing. His beautiful wife still knelt on the floor in front of John, John's cock in her hand and her lips still parted, her mouth having recently been vacated by John's still erect penis. Ian wondered what he had done, and began to regret pushing Suzanne as far as he had with this game. He closed his eyes to blot out the vision before him, unsure that he wanted it to continue, his excitement having subsided, and his mind having returned to a more normal state from its previous crazy pursuit of his fantasy.

Suzanne, having witnessed Ian's strong climax, now misunderstood his closing of his eyes, interpreting the act as consent to continue. She turned back to John to resume her sucking of his cock. Likewise, John turned his attention back to Suzanne and enjoyed the sensations again as her warm mouth closed over his knob. He put his hands behind her head and pulled her on to his erection, forcing as much of his stiffness into her mouth as possible. He couldn't believe his luck that this gorgeous woman was paying such divine attention to his erection.

As Suzanne continued to fellate John, Ian kept his eyes closed and tried to come to terms with the new feelings that were washing over him. Guilt, doubt, jealousy, fear. Two minutes ago, he had wanted to watch his friend fuck his own wife; he had wanted his friend to know how she felt when she came; he had wanted John to take away a secret, private memory of his wife that would empower him when they met each other in the office; he had wanted John to have the experience of using his wife over him – it was a kind of masochistic wish to share his most treasured possession.

Now, in the immediate afterglow of his climax, he began to realise that he had made a huge mistake; he had crossed a line and it was impossible to turn back; he wanted John out of the house, and he wanted his own wife back.

But how could he stop it? Suzanne clearly wanted to continue, and it was obvious that John did too. Ian wondered if he was being petty, acting like a spoiled child. But there was no doubting how he felt – he wanted, somehow to bring things to an end. He opened his eyes to see again the lewd spectacle of his wife hungrily devouring John's cock. He wanted to shout stop, to put an end to the game before it went any further, but felt powerless to do anything. He had totally lost control of the situation.


A scream from Emma, two floors above, saved him. The high-pitched scream broke the spell in the study, and stopped everyone immediately. Suzanne's eyes flew open and she pulled herself off of John's cock, her eyes frightened and alarmed at the sudden interruption from her daughter. John pulled away, stuffing his rapidly deflating cock back into his pants, expecting young Emma to appear in the study at any moment. Likewise, Ian covered himself and used his handkerchief to wipe up his emissions from a few minutes ago. Suzanne excused herself, and flew up the stairs to see what had frightened Emma. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Left alone in the study, an embarrassed silence came between Ian and John. Ian could not look his friend in the eye, embarrassed at the evening's events, and embarrassed by the feelings he was now having. John, for his part, recognised his friend's embarrassment, and realised that whatever had spooked Emma had probably put a stop to the night's adventures. He reached for his glass, and took a long gulp of wine whilst Ian went to the foot of the stairs to call up to Suzanne.

Suzanne called back down to confirm that Emma had had a bad dream, and that everything was OK, and Ian turned to John at last and spoke quietly.

"John, I think you had better leave. I will see you at work tomorrow and we can talk then."

John nodded his agreement, reluctantly. He understood instinctively that the spell was broken and that further enjoyment of Suzanne would not be possible tonight. He finished his drink, and then put his hand on Ian's shoulder and looked him directly in the eyes.

"Ian, you are a very lucky man. Suzanne is the most beautiful and exciting woman I have ever known. Thank you for sharing so much of her with me. Please tell her how much I enjoyed myself, and how much I would love to continue where we left off, should the opportunity ever arise again."

It was Ian's turn to nod. He was still completely mixed up about his feelings, but now his climax had had a chance to subside, he was better able to remember the excitement he had felt earlier, and less regretful about what had happened. He smiled at his old friend and shook his hand. "I'll tell her," he promised, "I don't know whether there will ever be a repeat. We'll see how things feel in the morning."

As Ian closed the front door behind the departing John, Suzanne came down the stairs looking very sheepish, now with a robe pulled around her covering her nakedness. She walked up to Ian and put her arms around him in the hall, and pulled him close

"Emma is fine," she whispered, "Let's go up to bed – I'm suddenly very tired."

Friday Comes!

The next morning, Friday, Ian departed for work early, taking his small overnight bag with him. As usual, he left Suzanne still sleeping with a mug of steaming coffee on the bedside table. They had talked long into the night about the events of the previous evening, and both could really have used a long lie in bed to recover. As Ian tiptoed down to the garage, he envied Suzanne still lying asleep in bed – he knew his combined workday and evening shift would be difficult for him, and he wondered how he would feel and act when he inevitably bumped into John at work. As he backed out of the garage and turned for work, he turned his thoughts again to his mixed feelings and emotions.

Half an hour later, Suzanne stirred and turned immediately, but sleepily, towards her luke warm coffee. Her mind was full of thoughts about last night, and the long discussions that she and Ian had shared after they went to bed.

She had felt some of the same guilt and regret at her behaviour as Ian confessed to. She had never before acted or behaved in such a fashion, and had surprised herself at how far she had let things go. There was no doubt in her mind that, had Emma not had her bad dream, she would have gone all the way with John. She remembered how excited she had felt under his gaze and under his hands, and she remembered how he had felt in her mouth. She knew that at the point Emma had screamed out, she was well past the point of no return, and that she would have done whatever John had told her to do. Her ready acceptance of John's dominant commands had been the most surprising part of the evening for her.

For his part, Ian had confessed to his mixed feelings immediately after his loss of self-control, but had also admitted to his intense excitement at seeing her exposing herself to John, and submitting to his commands. By the time they had finished talking late at night, the remembrances of the events were once again exciting Ian, and Suzanne had never really stopped being excited. However, their very long talk had left them both exhausted and they had fallen asleep at some point without Suzanne ever enjoying the release that Ian had enjoyed immediately before their game had come to an end. Just before they fell asleep, she remembered, they had each agreed that the adventure had been thrilling, and that they would discuss what should happen next over the weekend.




The EMT Ch. 04



It was at this point, as Suzanne remembered that Ian was on night duty this evening, that she also remembered the arrangements for the dinner engagement with Ian's boss. She had forgotten all about it in the excitement of the last couple of days. With a shock, she remembered the importance of the engagement for Ian's career, and she remembered the arrangements she had already made. She looked at the clock and realised that she would have to move quickly if she was to get everything done. It was nearly nine o-clock. She jumped out of bed, and stepped into the bathroom.

A little over 9 hours later, Suzanne was sitting at her dressing table with only her final preparations left to be done before the mysterious dinner engagement that could result in her husband joining the prestigious Executive Management Team at Ruler Electronics. Emma sat on the big bed behind her, playing with one of her dolls, already ready for bed. Suzanne had little left to do. She had been to the beauty parlour whilst Emma was at playschool, and her hair, nails and makeup were all expertly done. She had bathed carefully, so as not to disturb her makeup. All that remained was for her to retouch a couple of items and dress before the car arrived bringing the babysitter, and waiting to whisk Suzanne off to La Provence to meet Mr Graham Leicester.

Suzanne applied herself to the task, and remembered the events that had brought this evening's engagement. The strange e-mails she had received from HR at her husbands company had asked for her participation in her husband's 360-degree assessment at the end of his first year with the company. She was to meet Mr Leicester at the prestigious La Provence restaurant where he would ask her about her husband's general health and happiness at the company. The e-mails had also explained, confidentially, that her husband Ian was also a late candidate for promotion to the management team, bringing untold benefits. She knew that Ian was in competition with other candidates, including John, who she had been so close to giving herself to last night. She blushed as she remembered. All day long, she had been having flashbacks of her behaviour and the events of last evening. All day long, she had been only a moment away from becoming excited again, thinking about what had happened.

Again, she weighed her conflicting thoughts about the dinner engagement, and as she had when the invitation had first come, she determined to do everything in her power to win the position for Ian. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and winked at herself. Suzanne knew she looked fabulous, and by the time she had dressed, she was confidant that she could have Mr Leicester eating out of her hand. She had no inkling that she had seriously underestimated the powerful Mr Graham Leicester.

Suzanne looked at the clock and saw it was 18:45. The car should be here in 15 minutes. She pulled her robe around her, and picked up Emma from the big bed. "Come on sunshine, it is time for you to go to bed." Emma, as ever the contented child, hugged her mother as she was carried through to her own room, and tucked into her bed with a couple of favourite toys. It was still light outside, so Suzanne pulled the heavy curtains across, leaving a small gap to shed some light into the room. She bent down and kissed Emma goodnight, then backed out of the room to return to her own room to dress. Suzanne pulled on a pair of thigh-high tan stockings (hold-ups), and smoothed them over the silky skin of her legs. Next, she slipped into a sexy black French thong panty, and pulled the sides high on her hips. The thong passed between her buttocks, and would leave no unsightly panty-line beneath the silky material of her dress. She turned in front of the mirror to admire the view and check that the underwear was properly and smoothly adjusted. Before putting on her dress, she slipped into, and buckled the high-heeled shoes she had chosen. They were black, and a very expensive indulgence from the January sale at her favourite shoe shop in Edinburgh's Royal Mile. She had always admired Jimmy Choo's styles, and these were perfect, with a feathery strap across the point where the toes meet the foot, and the slenderest ankle strap circling her dainty ankles from the raised heel, buckling discreetly at the side.

Finally, she slipped the dress from its hanger and over her head and shoulders, letting it gently cascade over her body as she shimmied to allow it to slip into place. This was her favourite cocktail dress, simple, black, backless (scooping almost to the dimples just above her ass cheeks), and with a perfectly respectable front that was cut just low enough to hint at the top of her cleavage. The dress was cowl-necked, with heavy folds of the very light and silky material draping from the shoulders and across the breasts. From beneath the breasts, the dress was plain and simple, and hugged her figure. With the cowl-neck drapes, it was perfectly decent without a bra (she couldn't wear one anyway as the back was so low), just as long as she didn't lean over too far. Suzanne knew from experience that leaning too far forward allowed the neck to fall away from her, allowing a view right down the front of the dress. As long as she was careful, this wouldn't be a problem.

Finally, she slipped on earrings and necklace, replaced her wedding and engagement rings, and slipped a gold bracelet over her hand where it lay on her wrist, emphasising her tan.

She made a last quick examination of her reflection in the full-length mirror and smiled at what she saw. The overall effect was classic good taste and beauty. She heard the car pull up outside as she picked up her small handbag – it would be all she'd need on this warm summer evening. She went carefully downstairs to open the door to the company's recommended babysitter.

Friday Evening

Suzanne felt really quite sophisticated as she entered the restaurant and gave her name to the Maitre d'.  Ms Pyrford had immediately impressed her, the babysitter recommended by the company was bright, cheerful and respectfully professional, and Suzanne had no qualms about leaving her child in her hands. The car the company had sent had been more than comfortable, and the well-dressed chauffeur had been the perfect gentleman, opening the door for her and driving to the restaurant with a strictly professional diligence that had impressed Suzanne, although she had caught the admiring glance he'd given her as she slipped into the back seat for the short trip to the restaurant.

Now, as the respectful Maitre d' showed her through the restaurant, she was starting to realise that this was a lifestyle she could quickly get used to. La Provence was a highly respected eatery, and as she walked through its labyrinth she admired the décor and the well-dressed diners. She couldn't help noticing that she was being admired in return. Eventually, the Maitre d' brought her to a discreet table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, and she recognised Mr Leicester as he rose to greet her.

"Mrs James, how lovely you look." Suzanne blushed slightly at the complement, especially when Mr Leicester took her hand in his, and raised it to his lips for a very gallant, but old-fashioned, kiss on the back of her hand.

"Thank you Mr Leicester, please call me Suzanne. I always think of my mother when I hear Mrs James." Suzanne laughed.

"Then you must call me Graham," he smiled as he pulled out her chair for her. Suzanne sat with a demure "Thank you", and Graham returned to his seat. As he did, Suzanne looked around her. The table was round and very elegantly laid, with the place settings side-by-side rather than opposite each other. Both Graham and Suzanne were seated, he on her right, looking across the table and into the main body of the restaurant, their backs to the corner in which they were seated. The setting allowed them to speak quietly and confidentially, she realized, and to see all the other diners.

"Now, Suzanne, let me get you an aperitif. What will you have?" Suzanne noticed that, despite the busy restaurant, the Maitre d' had remained in attendance, and summoned over the wine waiter, who arrived promptly and waited for their order. Clearly Graham Leicester was a regular customer who they took pains to look after Suzanne realised. She ordered a gin and tonic, and was surprised to hear Graham order a diet coke for himself. She wondered if she had just failed the first test.

Graham quickly put her at her ease. "Please excuse me if I don't join you in a cocktail Suzanne, I enjoy wine so much with my dinner that I tend to overdo things if I drink cocktails as well, so I try to stick to soft drinks, at least until the food is served."

Suzanne turned towards him and returned his smile. For the first time, she noted his appearance. He was well dressed, casually, in expensive clothes. Dressed in slacks and a very smart silk shirt, with a blazer, and no tie, he was what Suzanne would call handsomely elegant. She could smell his cologne or after-shave, and recognised an expensive brand. She began to relax in his company, and thought to herself that she could have had a much less preferable dinner date.

As the drinks arrived, and menus were placed in front of them, they made small talk, and chatted amiably. Suzanne recognised that she was being studied as they chatted, but the examination was done so discreetly and elegantly, that she really didn't feel at all like she was being "interviewed".

With Graham's help and advice, they selected their food and ordered. Graham clearly knew the restaurant well, and was an excellent guide regarding their specialities. He took personal charge of choosing the wine to accompany their meal. Suzanne found herself warming to him, and whilst recognising his importance and power, and the importance of the evening for her and her husband, she was thoroughly enjoying herself by the time the first course arrived.

As they ate, Graham abruptly turned the conversation to the matter at hand.  "Ian has made an excellent start at Ruler Electronics," he opened, "no doubt that is at least partly due to the presence at home of such a beautiful and charming wife."

Suzanne blushed slightly. "I'm happy that he has done well," she responded, "but I am sure that it is the result of his own talents, and the support the company has given him. He was delighted to get an offer from such a well-respected company, and I know he has worked extremely hard this last year."

"Well his efforts have been noted and recognised," said Graham. "You are aware that he is a candidate for the vacant position on the Executive Management Team I hope?"

Suzanne confirmed that she had been made aware, and that she was personally very gratified that Ian had made such a good early impression.

As they ate their way through the excellent starters, and the wine arrived and was decanted at the table, Graham continued to probe gently into Ian's happiness and state of mind. Suzanne was honest and open in her answers, explaining how happy they both were in Edinburgh, despite the remoteness from their family and friends in the south. Suzanne deftly handled some questions about Emma and future plans for expanding the family, again truthfully and openly. She found it easy to tell Graham that she and Ian had decided not to have any more children, at least for the time being.

As the opening course was cleared away, and the main courses arrived and were served, Suzanne was pleased with the way that she thought she was answering Graham's gently probing questions. Graham was attentive to her, regularly filling her wine glass or offering water as they chatted. In the candlelight from the table, his eyes sparkled with a gentleness, and he smiled so warmly, that Suzanne felt more like she was on a romantic date with a distinguished older man than at an important interview.

They were approaching the end of their main course when Graham turned to her and asked, "Do you have any questions you would like to ask me Suzanne? I have been bombarding you with impertinent and personal questions, and have hardly given you a chance to get a word in edgeways."

Suzanne thought carefully about her response. On the one hand, she didn't want to appear too crafty and manipulative; on the other, she wanted to know more about the selection process and how she could help win the promotion for her husband. Finally, she decided to stick with the policy of being open and honest.

"I'm very interested in the process of selection for the new role," she replied, "who are the eventual decision-makers, and what are the timescales? I know we would both love for Ian to be selected, but I recognise he is a relative newcomer to the company. Are there any major areas of concern over his ability to do the job? Is there anything we can do that would help the decision makers reaching their decision? Oh dear," she smiled, "you kindly offered me a chance to ask a question, and I ask a hundred of them at once. I am sorry."

Graham put down his knife and fork, and pushed his plate away from him. An attentive waiter quickly materialised to take their dishes away. When he had gone, Graham turned slightly towards Suzanne; she felt his knee push against hers, as he collected his thoughts.

"Basically, I am the decision maker," he replied. "The selection process for the shortlist involved the whole of the Board of Directors and the other members of the EMT, but the final decision regarding the candidates has been left to me. Any of the candidates could do the job, if not they wouldn't be on the shortlist," he went on. "And yes! Ian starts a little way behind the others because we know less about him, and about you." He paused to let this sink in.

Suzanne swallowed, and then sipped her wine. "What do you need to know about me?" she asked, looking directly into Graham's eyes, and turning on all of her charm.

Graham smiled at her. "I'll be as honest with you as you have been with me Suzanne. The EMT is a bit like an exclusive club. We work closely and intimately, with the utmost trust in one another. As senior representatives of the company, we work long and anti-social hours, working with staff all day long, and often entertaining customers or suppliers during the evenings. Young wives aren't always comfortable with the demands that such a life can make on them and their families. We need to know that you can cope with these pressures, and that you will welcome them. There is no point promoting your husband into a high-pressured and demanding job, if by doing so, he is likely to have that pressure amplified by distrust, demands and pressure at home. No executive can withstand the combined pressure of such a demanding job, and not getting the support he needs at home. That is what we need to know about you. The partners of the other candidates have proven themselves through a longer relationship with the company, but you are an unknown quantity to us, and before I make my final decision, I wanted to assess you for myself."

Suzanne listened patiently through this monologue, her pulse quickening throughout. Here was the crunch. Ian was a candidate for the position, on nearly equal footing with the other candidates, and recognised as being able to do the job. But she was what was potentially holding him back – it was concerns about her that might cost him the job. She knew that so far, the dinner had gone well. She could feel the interest that Graham had in her, and she had hardly stumbled in answering his questions, sticking as she had to her policy of honesty and openness. Now she had to convince him that she was as supportive as the other wives. The realisation that this was a crunch moment quickened her pulse even more.

"Thank you for your honesty," she told him. "Ian and I left our families and friends to come to Edinburgh for this opportunity." The emotion of the moment had caused her to speak more forcefully and directly than she intended. "We have never regretted that move over the last year. We are both absolutely committed to giving this opportunity our all, and making the most of it for our little family. I wish there was something I could do to demonstrate how important this is to us, and how supportive of Ian I really am."

Graham studied her carefully. The knowledge that she was the one who may stand between Ian and the promotion had brought raw emotion to the surface, and Suzanne was desperate to convince Graham that Ian had her full support. Her little outburst in response to his monologue had left her anxious and excited, and he could see how eager she was not to let her husband down, and how she had strained to keep her voice under control as she tried to convince him. Suzanne's eyes had filled with her emotions, and she was on the verge of tears from the stress and nervousness that she now felt.

As he studied her closely, she apologised for her little outburst and excused herself, to find the ladies room. Really, she needed a moment or two in private to regain her composure. Graham half rose as she lifted herself from the table to head to the bathroom, picking up her purse as she went. Just as she was about to head towards the ladies room, he beckoned her back, sitting back in his chair and gesturing that she should stop and listen to him. She couldn't believe what happened next.

Graham spoke quietly to her, forcing her to stoop to hear his words. "You can do something," he whispered to her, " when you come back from the ladies room, put your panties in my jacket pocket!"

Suzanne was astonished. She couldn't believe her ears. She looked at him aghast. Had she heard correctly? Her cheeks flushed, and the tears that had started to well in her eyes flooded up again. She thought her heart had stopped, she was so shocked. As a defence mechanism, she turned on her heel and rushed blindly towards the ladies room. Graham watched her go, his eyes noticing the delightful wiggle of her ass as she scampered across the restaurant in her high-heeled Jimmy Choo shoes.

In the bathroom, Suzanne found herself totally alone. She slammed the door to her cubicle in anger and surprise at this sudden turn of events, and sat down on the toilet cover without lifting it or her dress. She angrily pulled some paper from the roll and used it to dab her eyes. Did he really say what she thought he had said? Surely she misheard him. But she knew she had heard him perfectly well. She was totally confused; he had been a perfect gentleman all evening, and in the space of a minute it had all turned around. He had definitely made a most improper suggestion to her. How dare he?

Suzanne sat for several minutes wondering what she should do. Her anger, that had flamed so fiercely originally, subsided, and was replaced by a determination that he wouldn't get away with it. He had just said it so matter-of-factly; she couldn't believe his impudence. "When you come back from the ladies room, put your panties in my jacket pocket!" She ran the words over and over in her head. He must have said something else, what could it be.

But however much she played with the words, she could think of no other interpretation.

She assessed her situation. No one else could possibly have heard what he said to her; there were no witnesses. Indeed, as he had been a perfect gentleman all evening, in front of the Maitre d' and the various other servers that had attended them, she knew that there was no way she could accuse him of making an improper remark that would carry any credibility whatsoever. His statement was perfectly deniable, and yet perfectly clear at the same time.

Worse, she thought. He had just told her that he alone had the power to select her husband for promotion. If she were to make any kind of scene or accusation, it would surely ruin Ian's chance of the job. But she couldn't just ignore it, could she? Suzanne had never felt more alone. She thought again of the tone of voice he had used when he had said those words. Quiet yet confident and demanding. Why was that tone familiar? She racked her brains, and then she remembered with a start the authoritative voice with which John had addressed her the previous evening when she had been so shamelessly exhibitionistic. She flushed at the memory. God! Had she really gone that far? In the excitement and preparation for tonight's meeting with Graham, she had virtually forgotten about the events of last night, except when they popped unbidden into her head. At least, she consoled herself, she hadn't consciously thought about and recalled them. Now, for the second time in 24 hours another man was commanding her to do something that until yesterday had been totally alien to her.




The EMT Ch. 04



She put thoughts about last night behind her and turned again to the dilemma she faced now.

She could ignore what he had said, or return to the table and make a scene. Either of these actions, she was sure, would result in the job going to one of the other candidates. Or, she could do as she had been ordered, and then try to get some control of the situation back.

Suzanne pondered for a few more minutes, desperately seeking some alternative that wouldn't cost Ian the promotion. Finally, she resolved to try to get some degree of control back without ruining her husband's chances. She dried her eyes, reached beneath her dress and slipped off her panties, slipping them into her purse. Then she smoothed down her dress, flushed the toilet, even though she hadn't used it, and stepped out of the cubicle into the ladies room, where she washed her hands, touched up her make-up, before returning to the table where Graham Leicester was patiently waiting.

He stood as she slipped back into her seat on his left, ever the gentleman she thought sarcastically.

The waiter arrived with the desert menu, and as they studied it, Suzanne seethed with suppressed anger at the sheer bold-facedness of her dinner companion.

Graham turned to look at her and she looked up to face him, determined not to be put off by his blatant cheek.

"Did you hear what I said?" he asked in a soft but powerful voice.

Suzanne found she couldn't hold his gaze, and her eyes slipped down to the menu. "Yes," she murmured.

Graham smiled at her with a confident air. "No doubt you have weighed your options," he said quietly, "you asked if there was anything you could do that would improve Ian's chances, and I told you how you could help. The fact that you are back here suggests that you still want to help. Am I right?"

Suzanne nodded, yes. She had never felt so humiliated before.

Graham continued in his quiet voice, far too quietly for anyone else to hear. "Then I suggest that you do as you have been told before it is too late."

Suzanne fumbled with her purse under the table and took out her panties. Still under the table, she scrunched the tiny garment into her right hand so no one could possibly see it, and then she reached over and slipped her hand into the left hand pocket of Graham's jacket. When she removed her hand, he patted his pocket to confirm that she had deposited something there.

"Thank you," he stated, "that is the first step in ensuring that your husband has a long and happy career with Ruler Electronics. As long as you continue to be as cooperative with all other requests, you will not hold back your husband's prospects at the company. Do you understand?"

The implications of his words hit Suzanne like a hammer hitting an anvil. There would be other demands, other orders from this man that she was rapidly recognising as not being at all the gentleman she had expected on first meeting. She was absurdly aware of her nakedness beneath her dress. The fact that her panties were in his pocket somehow made her feel even more naked. It was at that moment that she started to hate Mr Graham Leicester.

"Do you understand the position you are now in?" he persisted in the same quiet voice.

Suzanne kept her eyes lowered. "Yes," she replied, "I understand."

Graham now reached across with his left hand and placed it on her bare back, between her shoulder blades. She shivered as he touched her. "Now choose some desert, so we can get out of here," he demanded. His hand pushed her forwards towards the desert menu, at the same time slipping discreetly down her naked back towards her waist. Suzanne started to wish that she had chosen a different dress to wear.

They chose deserts, although Suzanne had no appetite to eat anything else. As they waited for it to be served, Graham kept his hand on Suzanne's back, feeling the flawlessly smooth skin, and looking out across the restaurant as if perfectly innocent.

"Drink your wine," he commanded, and as compliantly as Suzanne had knelt and parted her legs for John the night before, she now reached out for her glass and drank deeply from it.

Just before their desert was served, Graham removed his hand from Suzanne's back and reached into his pocket, extracting her panties. She watched horrified as he rolled them in his hand, just over the table and in full view of anyone who cared to look. He smiled at her, "Very nice lingerie Suzanne. I hope you are comfortable not wearing them."

Suzanne could see the waiter approaching with their deserts, and she looked at Graham with panic as he continued to roll her panties in his hand. Just before the waiter arrived at their table, he slipped the panties back into his pocket, then let his hand fall and rest on Suzanne's thigh. Again, she cringed at his touch.

Whilst the desert was served, Graham kept his hand on Suzanne's thigh, just over the lacy top of her hold-up stockings. She thought back to the excitement she had felt when John had touched her last night, and found no comparison. Tonight she just felt used and humiliated by Graham Leicester's unwanted and uninvited abuse. As the waiter left, Graham slid his hand up Suzanne's thigh, pulling her dress up with it, so that her thigh was bared to the tops of her stockings. As he reached for his desert, she made to pull her dress back down, but he hissed at her and told her to leave it where it was.

She knew she had no choice. She sat in silence as Graham ate his desert and finished his wine. After he had called for the bill, he turned again to her and asked her to pass him her purse.

Suzanne wondered what he could possibly want with her purse, but handed it to him anyway, keeping it below the surface of the table. He took it and opened it, before reaching into his pocket for her panties again, which he then discreetly put back in her purse. Suzanne breathed a sigh of relief. When she saw him reach for the panties, she had expected him to embarrass her by having them visible in his hand when the waiter returned with the bill. 

He held out her purse to her, and she reached out for it, but before she could claim it, he let it drop between their chairs.

"Pick it up," he ordered, and then watched her closely as she bent down towards him to reach for her purse on the floor. She could feel his eyes burn down the front of her dress as she stooped low to reach the purse, and she knew that he would be able to see clearly down to her breasts. The thought that he was looking at her, and the humiliation of having to do exactly as he told her, brought a first flush of excitement to her, despite her growing animosity towards this wolf in sheep's clothing. With the excitement came the first inklings of how she could wrest back some control of the situation that she had suddenly found herself in.

........to be continued.......



The EMT Ch. 05



Apologies to my regular readers – this Chapter is much more about continuing to set the scene and concentrates on the implicit eroticism of a developing situation rather than the raw and explicit excitement of the sexual adventures that will follow. As a consequence, I don't expect that this part will score very highly, and I'm prepared for that as much as possible (We authors are a sensitive breed, and thrive on your comments and marks). Hopefully, you will stick with it enough to start to enjoy the later Chapters even more having taken the time to build the plot.

I am indebted to one of my readers (Rathers, you know who you are) for the idea of the "letter" that comes into the end of this Chapter. I welcome other ideas if you have them, and they are constructive. 

Thanks for your support and feedback and patience.

The EMT Chapter Five

Whilst the dessert was served, Graham kept his hand on Suzanne's thigh, just over the lacy top of her hold-up stockings. She thought back to the excitement she had felt when John had touched her last night, and found no comparison. Tonight she just felt used and humiliated by Graham Leicester's unwanted and uninvited abuse. As the waiter left, Graham slid his hand up Suzanne's thigh, pulling her dress up with it, so that her thigh was bared to the tops of her stockings. As he reached for his dessert, she made to pull her dress back down, but he hissed at her and told her to leave it where it was.

She knew she had no choice. She sat in silence as Graham ate his dessert and finished his wine. After he had called for the bill, he turned again to her and asked her to pass him her purse.

Suzanne wondered what he could possibly want with her purse, but handed it to him anyway, keeping it below the surface of the table. He took it and opened it, before reaching into his pocket for her panties again, which he then discreetly put back in her purse. Suzanne breathed a sigh of relief. When she saw him reach for the panties, she had expected him to embarrass her by having them visible in his hand when the waiter returned with the bill. 

He held out her purse to her, and she reached out for it, but before she could claim it, he let it drop between their chairs.

"Pick it up," he ordered, and then watched her closely as she bent down towards him to reach for her purse on the floor. She could feel his eyes burn down the front of her dress as she stooped low to reach the purse, and she knew that he would be able to see clearly down to her breasts. The thought that he was looking at her, and the humiliation of having to do exactly as he told her, brought a first flush of excitement to her, despite her growing animosity towards this wolf in sheep's clothing. With the excitement came the first inklings of how she could wrest back some control of the situation that she had suddenly found herself in.

Suzanne waited whilst Graham Leicester signed the bill; nothing so gross as cash or credit card passed between him and the maitre d', and then allowed her host to escort her wordlessly from the restaurant, his hand proprietarily holding her elbow. The other diners watched this attractive couple, older man escorting younger beauty, from an intimate dinner, and drew their own conclusions. Many of the male eyes in the room followed her as they left, drawn to her simple beauty and elegantly classical dress, unaware of her nakedness beneath, or the turmoil that raged within her as she passed.

Suzanne wondered what was going to happen next. As the deferential maitre d' held open the door for them, nodding as they passed, Mr Leicester passed her through the door, and then followed closely behind her, his hand slipping from her elbow to rest on the cheek of her bottom, which he could feel smooth and firm and naked beneath the thin material of her dress. She blinked quickly at this new impertinence, but did nothing else to show her displeasure at the liberty he had taken.

Immediately outside the door to the restaurant, they paused side-by-side, his hand still cupping the curve of her bottom, and Graham signalled across the road to the waiting car that they were ready. Despite the warmth of the summer evening, Suzanne felt her nakedness beneath the thin dress, and shivered slightly. At the same time, she felt her nipples harden in the cooler air outside the restaurant as they waited for the car to swing around to pick them up.

It was the same company car that had dropped off the baby-sitter and collected Suzanne from home only a few short hours before, and she recognised the chauffeur as he quickly alighted from the car to open the door for her. Like a perfect gentleman, Graham helped her into the seat as she modestly swung her legs into the car. Graham and the driver then walked around the car, and the other door was opened to allow Graham to slide in beside her. As they waited for the driver to get back in, Graham looked across at Suzanne and said in a quiet but powerful voice, "From now on, you are to call me Mr Leicester!" They were the first words he had spoken to her since he had told her to pick up her purse in the restaurant.

Suzanne nodded but said nothing as the driver retook his seat and, starting the engine, pulled away. Graham had given no instructions as far as she could tell, but the driver appeared to know where he was to drive. As the car picked up speed, Mr Leicester again rested his hand on her thigh, his thumb on the outside, and his fingers curling across to the inside of the firmly toned muscles, half way between her knee and groin. Suzanne again closed her eyes as if to shut out the familiarity he was taking, but otherwise sat silently enduring his touch.

After a few seconds, Graham's hand started to slide, first up and then down her thigh, caressing her leg, drawing the material of her dress up her thigh with each up stroke, until her thigh was exposed and his hand was stroking her leg through the silky mesh of her stocking. He faced directly forwards as this happened, until his hand drew her dress above her lacy stocking top, when he turned his head to look down at her long slim leg.

He spoke quietly; so faintly that Suzanne could barely hear him above the low hum of the luxury car. "Part your knees Suzanne" he demanded, and accompanied the order with a little pressure from his fingertips on the inside of her thigh. Involuntarily, she complied, allowing her knees to fall apart some six inches or so. Again, she felt a flush of excitement at being at the mercy of this powerful man, and her cheeks reddened as she likened the feeling to the submission she had enjoyed the night before with her husband's friend John.

As she pondered on these strange new feelings that had surprised her so much in the last 24 hours, Graham's hand slid down to her knee, where he cupped it in his palm and pulled her leg even further from its partner. Suzanne then felt his hand slide back up her thigh, past the top of her stocking; until she felt his fingers start to explore the silky smooth skin of her inner thigh.

The car pulled to a halt, and Suzanne opened her eyes. She was surprised to see that they were in an elevated position, near the top of one of the hills above the town of Edinburgh, which lay stretched out below them. The streetlights, like pearls on a necklace, traced the major roads. Drawing her eyes from the panorama, and looking to the side, Suzanne noticed that they were in a small car park, a few cars spread around them, with a little cluster of people standing around a hot dog stall some distance to the left. The driver wordlessly got out of the car and went over to join them, leaving her alone in the rear of the large car with Mr Graham Leicester.

She looked across at him. He was still fondling her inner thigh and drinking in her shapely leg with his eyes. After a few seconds, he looked up at her, turning his upper body slightly towards her, and began to speak.

"Suzanne, you are a very lovely young woman. Your husband must be very proud of you." Suzanne blushed as she remembered just how proud of her he had been the night before when he had been so keen to show her off to his friend. As she felt the blush spread almost unnoticeably across her cheeks, she realised that it was as much to do with the wine she had taken with dinner as it was with the connections she made with his apparently innocent remark. 

She recognised the compliment for what it was, and said "Thank you Mr Leicester".

He nodded, as if to imply that he was only speaking the truth, before continuing.

"You have done very well tonight, Suzanne. You have been an absolute credit to Ian with your appearance, your behaviour and your answers to my questions, and you have behaved exactly as I would wish you to behave in all other respects." He smiled warmly at her, and then reached over to pull down the skirt of her dress, re-covering her exposed leg. He couldn't resist patting her on the thigh, before sitting back upright again.

"You must now be wondering what happens next" he understated; Suzanne had been pondering her fate since leaving the restaurant. Before she could say anything, he continued, "Let me introduce you to the latest member of our Executive Management Team!"

As he said the words, and before the import of them had been properly understood in her mind, she heard, and felt, the car door at her side being opened. Even as her brain replayed the words he had spoken, the better to re-examine their meaning which at first had been nothing but confusion, her head jerked around to her left before the door was fully opened. She saw the legs and midriff of a man, and was still working on understanding what had been said, when the man at her door bent down and peered into the car. It was John!

Finally, Suzanne realised what Graham Leicester had said. The full import of his statement, "newest member of the Executive Management Team", John's appearance at the car door, her surprise at seeing John so unexpectedly, and the growing realisation that they had been playing with her, that her acceptance of Graham's abuse in the restaurant and in the car had been for nothing, brought sudden wellsprings of tears to her eyes, and a deep flush of red to her cheeks. As John smiled at her from the open doorway of the car, Suzanne felt humiliated and duped; stupid to have been taken in by this cruel deception; ashamed to have fallen for the trap they had set her.

Even as the first heavy tear of her anger rolled down her brightened cheek, she wanted to lash out at the smiling face in front of her for his betrayal and complicity in this plot. What stopped her from doing so was her disbelief, her stunned, astonished disbelief at this sudden turn of events. Before her arm could lash out, her head spun around between John and Graham and back again.

"You bastards!" she blurted. "What kind of people are you?" She broke down, her shoulders slumped and her head dropped, and her body shook as sobs wracked through her. All the emotion and excitement and expectation of the last 24 hours tore through her fibre, leaving her feeling drained and hurt, and she wanted to be with Ian more than anything in the world.

In her hurt and confusion, she was aware of Graham pulling out a clean white handkerchief, and offering it to her. She rejected it with a turn away from him, to find herself being forced back by John, who was getting in to the car on her other side. She turned away from him too, and facing the front, pulling up her hands to the front of her face and hiding behind her arms, not wanting to speak to or hear from either of them, she curled up to make herself invisible to them. Although she was squashed between them as John pulled the door closed behind him, she felt alone.

It was Graham that spoke; quietly and insistently. "Suzanne, I am sorry if we shocked you. We didn't mean to do that. Please, take my handkerchief."

He pushed it towards her, and because she could feel her nose start to run as a consequence of her tears, she reluctantly took it, keeping herself curled up as she snuffled into it, and then turned it over to pat at the wetness on her cheeks. She felt John start to slide his arm around her, and she shrugged away from him, but he was persistent. As he pulled her shoulders towards him, he also spoke quietly and reassuringly to her.

"Suzanne, I am sorry I frightened you. It's OK, really, listen to us, and let us tell you what has happened."

Graham also chipped in, almost pleading, and sounding very sorry to have put her through so much torment. "It's true Suzanne, everything is going to be alright, I promise."

Suzanne continued to dry her eyes, and then in a sobbing and faltering voice, answered "But you tricked me.... you let me think that Ian had a chance at the job....you made me....you made me do those things....let you touch me....let you look at me like that....and all the time....sob....you had already selected John".

She returned to sobbing, feeling betrayed, when Graham spoke again. "Suzanne, Ian does have a chance at the job. We didn't trick you about that. There are two openings, and John is confirmed for one of them. The other is still available. Now please, please stop crying and listen to us, it is important."

The meaning of his words got through to her, and her sobbing subsided slowly. She sniffed, and wiped her eyes, and turned to look at John for confirmation. "Is it true? Are there really two positions? I am so mixed up, so confused."

Graham reached out and turned her head towards him and smiled warmly at her and nodded his head. "Yes it is true. The only thing standing between Ian and a place on the EMT is Ian himself. He is one of two candidates. I will make a final decision next week,"

Suzanne couldn't believe how she felt. She was still confused; still a little effected by the wine she had drunk at dinner; still surprised at John's sudden appearance, and apparent complicity with Graham. She needed space and time to think, and pushing at John said, "Please, please let me out. I need to think".

John stepped out of the car and helped her out, before squeezing her hand and silently getting back into the car. Suzanne shut the door behind him and walked to the front of the car, looking down the hill to the lights of the city that she and Ian had learned to like so much. As she looked across the top of Edinburgh, she found herself looking for the Ruler Electronics plant and offices, trying to connect with her husband and partner, seeking some invisible support from knowing that he was nearby.

The cool air of the evening helped clear her head and start to put things in perspective. After a few seconds, she felt better and determined to finish what she had come for, to help her husband get the promotion that he so richly deserved. She hugged herself against the evening air and returned to the car, where John made way for her to resume her seat in the middle.

She looked at Graham with a new determination and resolve. "You had better tell me what you two are up to," she demanded "and leave nothing out."

The Contract

Graham Leicester smiled again, a smile that seemed to say to Suzanne "we have passed a point of no return, and things are going as I wanted them to." He looked very slightly smug and pleased with himself. Speaking to John, he said, "Make a little more room for us John. Sit in the front will you?"

John immediately complied, and as they waited for him to walk around the car and get settled in the front passenger seat, Suzanne and Graham sat in tense silence in the back. John closed the door, and swivelled around in his seat to peer back at them through the gap between the ample seats in front.

"Where shall I begin?" started Graham Leicester, after looking thoughtfully at Suzanne and John in turn. "I suppose that you know John has been with us at Ruler Electronics for many years?" This was directed at Suzanne, who nodded her head impatiently in assent.

"John and I have worked together on many large deals," he continued, "and I have absolute confidence in him, and he in me I believe?". Graham made the statement a question, and looked to John for confirmation, who nodded his assent in turn.

"During the course of our dealings over the years we have shared many confidences, and John has been party to some of the most delicate and intricate of our sales closure techniques." Again, John confirmed the statement with a knowing nod of his head to Suzanne. "Including", Graham continued, "the use of certain professional agents and, let me call them 'service organisations', which go far beyond the normal rules of business practice. Nothing illegal, you understand, but certainly questionable ethically. In some parts of the world where we operate, such 'inducements' are an essential part of doing business. Do you get my drift, or do I need to be more explicit?"

Graham paused for Suzanne to consider what he had been saying. After a second or two, and seeing that he was waiting for her response, she shrugged and said, "I think I understand what you are getting at."

"The reason I'm telling you this Suzanne, is so that you understand the depth of the relationship that I have with John, so you can understand and believe what happened today." Again, he paused briefly before continuing.

"When a vacancy arose in the EMT, John was a natural choice to fill it. However, for the sake of fairness, it was necessary to go through a process of selection. It was that process which identified Ian as a candidate, and led to our interview this evening. You should understand that if nothing else had happened, our dinner this evening would have been entirely innocent, that I would probably have confirmed John in the role on Monday, and we should have continued as normal. Do you understand me so far Suzanne?"

Again, Suzanne indicated her understanding with a nod, but asked, "Then I assume that something else has happened to have changed your behaviour towards me?"

"Correct" responded Graham. "Two things have happened in the last 36 hours. The first is that Ken Reid has resigned from the EMT on the basis of ill health. He has had a serious problem with high blood pressure which is not responding to treatment, and we have mutually agreed that his immediate retirement is best all round."

Suzanne vaguely remembered the aging senior manager that she had met only once in the last year.

"Ken's retirement, whilst unfortunate for all, immediately created a new vacancy. Fortunately, the selection process had already begun for the original post, but I now have two posts to offer. My immediate reaction was to confirm John in one of the roles, which I did this morning. The remaining candidates are fighting for the other position."

Suzanne took this information in, then asked, nervously, "And what has been the second event that changed your behaviour towards me this evening?"

Graham glanced at John, and then returned his attention to Suzanne. "I called John in this morning to confirm his promotion. He was delighted. We went to lunch together so that I could fill him in on the other events and discuss the candidates with him and seek his views. To put it bluntly, John is a great advocate of Ian for the other position."

Suzanne looked at John, who smiled warmly back at her, although she noted some hesitancy or reserve that seemed to be inhibiting his normal openness. She whispered "Thanks" to him before her attention was recalled to Graham.

"I couldn't at first understand why John was being so unreservedly supportive of Ian," Graham continued, "and pressed him to understand why he was ignoring the strengths of the other candidates. Eventually, reluctantly, and in a spirit of deepest confidence, based on our mutual respect and trust, he told me about your adventure last night."

The blood rushed to Suzanne's face, and she gasped as the realisation hit her. John had described to Graham Leicester the very private, unprecedented and deeply embarrassing details of the sexy game that Suzanne, Ian and John had played only 24 hours ago. She looked in shock at John, whose face told her all she needed to know. The guilt in his eyes was unmistakable.




The EMT Ch. 05



Before either of them could say anything, Graham Leicester pressed on. "Let me be quite open, Suzanne, John told me everything he knew, all that transpired, and I pressed him for every detail. I can imagine how exciting it must have been for everyone, as I said earlier, you ARE a very attractive woman."

Suzanne's blushes continued. He said he knew everything. Did he know that she had willingly submitted to John? That she had deliberately exposed herself to him? That she and Ian had plotted the whole thing? And that Ian had been unable to control his own excitement, and had ejaculated whilst watching his wife take John's rock hard penis into her mouth? Suzanne cringed with embarrassment as these questions occurred to her. Graham recognised the thoughts flashing through her mind, and went on.

"Please believe me when I say I know everything Suzanne. And I understand, believe me. I am old enough and experienced enough to recognise that different things excite different people. Young married people often play games. Hell, even old married people often play games and develop an understanding and trust in each other in their sexual activity that they may feel makes them different. I don't judge, and I don't condemn. I use information when I have it, and that is what has made me successful in the past."

Suzanne looked at him in shocked silence. He was treating this very calmly, with a dispassionate interest and logic that she could not replicate. The knowledge that he was aware of her lewd behaviour and exhibitionism last night was deeply embarrassing and humiliating for her, and his calmness in talking about it seemed to make that worse. She started to understand his shocking behaviour in the restaurant, but had little time to collect her thoughts before he continued.

"Through John's answers to my questions, I started to understand some of Ian's feelings and motivations. I have met men before, in the course of my long experience, with similar predilections. Again, I do not judge, and I do not condemn, I use information. Whilst at lunch with John, I started to consider how I could use this information. I knew that Ian enjoyed 'showing off' his beautiful wife, you. I suspected that he dreamed of that going further, that the idea of sharing her was at least as exciting to him. And I knew that she, that you, were at least a willing party to the game you played last night with my friend and colleague, John. Am I right so far Suzanne?"

As he had been speaking, quietly and calmly, his words had been hitting at Suzanne. His intimate knowledge of her and her husband, his calm acceptance of the games they had played, and his incredible intuition regarding what lay behind those games, were striking to the very heart of her sexuality. She was being excited by this impersonal and impassive description of her most secret sexual fantasies. Graham was exciting her. She felt exposed, humiliated and powerless; three emotions that she was beginning to learn had a very powerful effect upon her.

Graham was still waiting for an answer.

"So far, you seem to have understood very well Mr Leicester" she meekly answered.

"Very good" he continued, "and have you played these games before Suzanne?"

She shook her head to answer "No", unable to look him in the eye whilst he probed at her.

"Has Ian expressed a desire for you to have sex with other men, Suzanne?" Graham's persistent and probing questions were relentless. Suzanne was unable to stop herself from answering them.

"Sometimes, when we.... when we make love," she admitted, "sometimes I know he is thinking that."

"Good!" continued Graham the interrogator, "It is as I suspected. As I was considering the intelligence that John provided to me over lunch, and was considering how I could make use of that intelligence, I had an idea. Do you want to know what that idea is Suzanne?" As he asked the question, he again placed his hand on her knee, and with gentle pressure, pulled her knees slightly apart. She did not resist, even though John was watching wordlessly from the front seat.

He pulled her legs further apart as he waited for her to answer. Suzanne's head was bowed, and she watched his hand on her leg like it was happening to someone else. She could feel her excitement mount as she considered her answer to his question. He was clearly waiting for an answer.

"Yes Mr Leicester, I would like to know what you came up with" she said quietly, with her head still down, unable to look at him, knowing that he knew how excited she was becoming. Her legs were now widely spread, the skirt of her dress pulled taut across her thighs.

"I thought how nice it would be if we helped to satisfy Ian's fantasies, your desires, our lust and the business needs all at the same time. I thought what an advantage there would be to having a member of the EMT with such an asset as you could be Suzanne. Especially if such an asset where prepared to play games in the interest of the company when required. Especially if that asset where prepared to go further than normal to help the company win business; to put herself in the front line so to speak, to do what you have such a talent to do, and to do what your husband so plainly wants you to do."

As he had been speaking, Graham had stopped pulling her legs gently apart, and shifted his attention to pulling up the hem of her dress, sliding it up her thighs. Suzanne had been powerless to stop him, John had watched intently as more of her long slender legs came in to view. Now, the dress was drawn so tightly, held beneath her thighs between them and the seat, and pulled towards her crotch between her legs by Graham's insistent fingers, that if he had let go, the skirt would have snapped back.

Calmly, Graham spoke again. "If you like the idea Suzanne, if the thought excites you, if you want Ian to be on the EMT, lift your pretty little ass off the seat, and pull up your skirt".

Suzanne didn't need to think; she just automatically complied with this outrageous request out of her own lust. Later, she would justify in her own mind that she did it for Ian, to secure his position on the EMT, but she knew, deep down inside, that the events of the last 24 hours had raised her to such a peak of excitement, that she could not have resisted.

She pressed down with one hand on the seat beside her, and pressed down with her feet, and raised her backside from the seat. Still with her chin on her chest, she reached back with the other hand and pulled the skirt of her dress beneath her, until it was rucked behind her. When she sat back down, her bare ass hit the cold leather of her seat, her legs were still open, and she waited for her next order, which she knew would come soon.

Graham had released her hem as the pressure eased, and her skirt still lay across her thighs, modestly covering her despite the nakedness beneath her on the warming seat. Now he looked down at her legs and ordered, "Pull up your skirt Suzanne, display yourself to us."

Suzanne was too far gone to stop now, and silently reached down to her own hem, pulling her skirt upwards and towards her belly. She could feel the eyes of the two men as she finally revealed her sex to them, her legs open, the lips of her pussy bloated and engorged in their excitement. She could even feel the wetness and heat emanating from her, and she could smell her own excitement at being made to display herself so lewdly to them.

Finally, when she was so rudely displayed, she was able to raise her head and look at these men who were so intent on looking at her. It was as if some of the power had shifted to her; as if she held them now in submission, instead of the other way around. Pride glinted in her eyes as she looked at their faces, and saw the lust growing in them as they gazed at her nudity.

Graham pulled his attention from her with difficulty. In the moment of his power over her, she had affected him deeply by her beauty and wanton display. He returned her strong gaze, and after swallowing, spoke on.

"Excellent Suzanne. I can see how excited you are, and I am confident that you and Ian can be a great asset. The place on the EMT is Ian's, subject to only one condition."

Suzanne released her skirt, which fell and partly covered her again. "And what is the condition?" she asked, expecting that she knew the answer already.

"Having heard what I heard at lunch Suzanne, and after deciding to try to use this information for all our benefits, I decided to set you some small tests this evening. I needed to determine if you could be compliant, even against your wishes and feelings, hence my demands of you in the restaurant. You passed those tests."

Suzanne waited for the inevitable rest.

"Again, just now, here in the car, I wanted to test your ability and desire to please, and your own ability to become excited in a stressful situation. You have passed this test too." Graham paused briefly. "I have no reservations about your own ability to be the asset that we expect of you Suzanne. I believe that you are a very sensual, sexual woman who will play her part to the full as we proceed with our secret partnership." He paused briefly again. "There is just one fly in the ointment, and that is Ian."

Suzanne looked at him quizzically. This did not appear to be going in the direction she expected.

Graham continued smoothly on. "I am slightly concerned about Ian's loss of control when you played with John last night, and more particularly, with his change of attitude immediately after he lost control."

Suzanne remembered the look of doubt she had seen pass over Ian's face just after he had ejaculated whilst watching her fellate John the previous evening, and his look of near relief when events had been brought to a premature conclusion by the cries of young Emma. She realised that John had been very thorough in his description of events to Graham over lunch.

"If this is to work," continued Graham, "Ian must be a full and willing participant. I will not play games behind a colleagues back. We must all enter into this partnership on a basis of complete trust and confidence, with no reservations whatsoever about what it means. I need Ian's assurance; indeed I need Ian's permission, to proceed with my plan. Until I have that, we will ask no more of you than the very willing and delightful demonstration you have given us this evening."

Suzanne was stunned. She had expected the condition to be that she would let these men use her, here, now, this evening. She was even a little disappointed that that wasn't what they appeared to want. She was very excited by displaying herself again to John, and she had to admit, the even more powerful and mysterious Mr Leicester. But if she understood correctly, they wanted no more from her this evening, but needed to speak with Ian before continuing with their plan. She had no doubt that Ian would be willing to let things happen – his excitement and the long chats they had had last night had convinced her of his desire for her to be seen and shared with his friends and colleagues. Before she could respond, Graham continued.

"If Ian comes to see me on Monday morning, Suzanne, and satisfies me that he is willing to proceed, then the job on the EMT is his, and will be confirmed that day."

Suzanne was still somewhat dazed, but understood the situation well enough. Still fighting on behalf of her unknowing husband, she asked on his behalf, "What does he need to do to convince you Mr Leicester?"

Graham Leicester smiled inwardly; his whole evening had been dedicated to reaching this moment. Now he could tangibly feel the success of his scheme, sense his ultimate victory.

"Ian must write me a long letter Suzanne. He must describe in it how he wants to make his wife available to me and to any others I decide. How he wants me to train you, and use you, in any way that I see fit, with or without his presence. He must ask me to put you under contract, to get your commitment to do as you are directed by me, without question, and unreservedly. He must specifically ask me to use and abuse you as I wish, and he must convince me in his letter that this is a long-term request that he will abide by and live up to. He must tell me that he does this willingly, that he has no reservations of his own, and that he understands that my only commitment to him, in return, is to give him the position he wants on the EMT. That in that position he will have the same treatment as all other members of the team, and that he will survive or fail by his own efforts. If he does all this to my satisfaction, he will be promoted. Do you understand what I am asking?"

Suzanne took a moment to replay the words in her mind and consider this bizarre request. She recognised that the position they both wanted was within their grasp, but came with a chilling condition. That their games and fantasies played so recently were to become a reality. That she was to become the object of this powerful man, who both excited and frightened her, attracted and repelled her. That subject to her husband granting his consent, she was to become Graham Leicester's property and vassal, contracted to him and his devious schemes. 

Suzanne wondered if she wanted this, and realised through her excitement that she did. She wondered if Ian would want this – she thought he would, at least when he was excited. But what about in the cold light of day? She knew they had one weekend to seize this unique opportunity. One 48-hour period to discuss the proposition, decide on their response, and carry out the demand that would potentially change their lives forever.

She imagined Ian drafting his letter to Mr Leicester, and knew him well enough to know that it would be incredibly exciting for him to do so; to humiliate himself so much by asking his boss to take and train and use his precious wife. She wanted this adventure, and she thought that she could play her part to make it happen.

She looked at Graham Leicester and holding his gaze proudly with her eyes, said "You'd better take me home Mr Leicester, it's going to be an interesting weekend".



The EMT Ch. 06



WARNING: I'm attempting to write a detailed story that is real rather than contrived, erotic rather than vulgar, psychological and physical rather than purely physical. This means that some Chapters have rather less of the rumpy-pumpy than some readers look for. 

I am also writing a story about a married couple who are deeply in love, but who willingly and knowingly allow themselves to follow an erotic journey, which involves other partners, submission and control. I am not making a statement about the sanctity of marriage; these things happen, I know, I have followed a similar journey with my wife of more than 30 years, without it damaging our relationship in any way.

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"Ian must write me a long letter Suzanne. He must describe in it how he wants to make his wife available to me and to any others I decide. How he wants me to train you, and use you, in any way that I see fit, with or without his presence. He must ask me to put you under contract, to get your commitment to do as you are directed by me, without question, and unreservedly. He must specifically ask me to use and abuse you as I wish, and he must convince me in his letter that this is a long-term request that he will abide by and live up to. He must tell me that he does this willingly, that he has no reservations of his own, and that he understands that my only commitment to him, in return, is to give him the position he wants on the EMT. That in that position he will have the same treatment as all other members of the team, and that he will survive or fail by his own efforts. If he does all this to my satisfaction, he will be promoted. Do you understand what I am asking?"

Suzanne took a moment to replay the words in her mind and consider this bizarre request. She recognised that the position they both wanted was within their grasp, but came with a chilling condition. That their games and fantasies played so recently were to become a reality. That she was to become the object of this powerful man, who both excited and frightened her, attracted and repelled her. That subject to her husband granting his consent, she was to become Graham Leicester's property and vassal, contracted to him and his devious schemes. 

Suzanne wondered if she wanted this, and realised through her excitement that she did. She wondered if Ian would want this – she thought he would, at least when he was excited. But what about in the cold light of day? She knew they had one weekend to seize this unique opportunity. One 48-hour period to discuss the proposition, decide on their response, and carry out the demand that would potentially change their lives forever.

She imagined Ian drafting his letter to Mr Leicester, and knew him well enough to know that it would be incredibly exciting for him to do so; to humiliate himself so much by asking his boss to take and train and use his precious wife. She wanted this adventure, and she thought that she could play her part to make it happen.

She looked at Graham Leicester and holding his gaze proudly with her eyes, said "You'd better take me home, it's going to be an interesting weekend".

Chapter six

Suzanne awoke, alone, early the next morning. The summer sun was already up and streaming through her window, and as she stretched and yawned, she remembered the events of the evening before. Her cocktail dress and stockings were draped across the chair where she had let them fall, before climbing, naked, into bed. Her panties, she realised, were still in her purse where they had been placed by Graham Leicester.

Graham and John had dropped her off at home without further humiliation, exposure or drama, and had waited in the car the few minutes it took for Suzanne to check with Ms Pyrford that Emma was ok and had behaved perfectly well all evening. It took a matter of seconds for Ms Pyrford to gather her things and depart in the company car with the men. After checking that Emma really was safely asleep in bed, Suzanne had poured herself a stiff drink and taken to bed herself, and relived the events of the preceding 24 hours. The empty glass stood proof still on her bedside table. As she looked at it, Suzanne regretted adding another measure of alcohol to the wine she had consumed with dinner, and also regretted not removing her make-up before falling asleep in her comfortable bed.

She remembered how she had wanted to climb naked between the crisp white cotton sheets, and still made up (her make-up had survived the tears and emotion of the previous evening surprisingly well), and she blushed slightly as she remembered how replaying the evening had aroused her again last night, to the point that she had taken herself in hand to satisfy the cravings and needs that had built up within her as these amazing and surprising events had unfolded. After satisfying herself, she had fallen asleep almost immediately, and slept the sleep of the blessed through the night.

Now Suzanne was able to take a few minutes to think calmly about her situation. First she looked back with disbelief at how much changed she was since she had allowed herself to be drawn into Ian's shameful and exciting game on Thursday evening. In a little over 36 hours, she had discovered a whole new exciting self; discovered how much she revelled in being 'forced' to submit and expose herself to other men; discovered the unbelievable excitement of submitting, allowing control to be taken from her. She knew that she wasn't really being 'forced' into anything. It was almost like they were giving her permission to be the exhibitionist that she must really be. Even as she thought through it again, the first hints of excitement and arousal began to tingle within her at the knowledge of what she had learned about herself.

Suzanne squeezed her thighs tightly together and shivered; she wasn't sure if it was to quell those first pangs of arousal, or to encourage them, but she turned her mind to Graham's proposition.

Ian would be home from his stint as duty manager at Ruler Electronics soon, and they had the weekend to discuss and decide if they wanted to continue this wild ride onto the EMT. Suzanne gasped as she realised that Ian was still unaware of the developments that had happened last night; she had so much to tell him.

John was already confirmed on the EMT. Ian didn't even know that; never mind that there was now another opening, which had been promised to him, on one important condition. All he had to do to get the promotion that would mean so much to their futures was to offer up his wife as willing sex slave and toy for the scheming and devious Graham Leicester. 

Suzanne knew that at times last night she had found Graham Leicester to be a perfectly charming gentleman; one who she could certainly contemplate sleeping with. At other times, he had shown himself to be an absolute cad, a cold calculating manipulator, bent on using his power over her. It amazed Suzanne to realise that it was when he was acting like this that she had wanted him most. What kind of perverse creature was she, she wondered?

Could she really go along with allowing him to control what she wore, what she did, who she did it with? She realised with mounting excitement that even thinking about it was turning her on. She knew that she wanted this, not just because of the material and social benefits that would accrue from Ian's promotion; but because she wanted to give vent to the new Suzanne that she had discovered these last couple of days. The fact that she didn't even know in detail what she would be letting herself in for added to the excitement of the situation. The open-endedness of the commitment she would make, that Ian would make, was an exquisite submission in itself. She realised that she would do everything she could to make Ian feel as she did; that she would try to convince him to go for the promotion, despite the dreadful condition that was a part of it.

She rolled over to face away from the window, and Graham Leicester's words last night came back to her like a cold shower over her growing excitement and confidence. "There is just one fly in the ointment, and that is Ian." Suzanne had understood what Graham meant when he said these words last night. She had remembered too the look and change of attitude that had come over Ian after his 'premature ejaculation' on Thursday. His excitement before had been immense; his lack of self-control had demonstrated that. But in the immediate aftermath of his orgasm, he had gotten cold feet, had even felt guilty about the things he had asked his wife to do for him, and for his friend and colleague.

Suzanne wondered if Ian really wanted to play these games, or if the lesson he had learned on Thursday would mean that he would back out of the situation now facing him. One thing was for sure, if Ian didn't want to play, Graham Leicester had made it perfectly clear that there was no promotion, no game, and for Suzanne, probably no chance to continue the voyage of discovery she had started into her own, surprising sexuality.

On the other hand, pondered Suzanne, they had been happy before. If Ian didn't want to continue the experiment he had started, Suzanne would give him all of her support, she knew. Hell, she realised, part of her needed Ian's support to play these games anyway; if he decided not to go forward, there was no way she could do it on her own. The excitement had always been in doing it together, doing it for him.

Her train of thought was stopped by the sound of the garage door opening below, signalling that Ian had arrived home early from his shift.

Expressions of Interest

Ian bounded up the stairs, happy to be free from the tedium of work. His shift had been uneventful, as usual, but being tied to the office and factory was like being in prison. He looked forward to sliding between the sheets to join Suzanne for an hour before Emma's breakfast demands forced them out of bed and into the world this beautiful summer morning.

He quickly looked in to Emma's room to see her sleeping quietly in her bed, a sharp slant of sunlight angling into the room from the partially open curtains, spotlighting the dust particles that hovered listlessly in the air. He blew her a kiss from the door, and quietly continued, lest his presence awoke her prematurely, and ruined his plans for an hour with Suzanne.

When he entered the master bedroom, he was surprised to see Suzanne lying wide-awake on her side, facing him at the door. Her left arm was cocked, her hand lying under her face; the covers pulled down to her midriff, exposing one perfect breast, the other being hidden behind her bent arm.

But it was her smile and her make-up that surprised him. The smile had a secret, knowing but guilty look, as if she had something to confess to him. And she wore the remains of last night's make-up. Suzanne never slept in make-up. She was the most disciplined person he had ever known, always cleaning and moisturising her skin, even if it meant getting up again to do so after sex, whilst he would typically collapse into a post-coital snooze.

As his mind took this in, and questions started to form, and as he crossed the room towards her, even while stripping off his shirt, his eyes also took in the black cocktail dress and stockings slung casually across the chair, and the empty whisky glass on the bedside table. By the time he reached the far side of the bed, slipped off his trousers and underwear, and climbed between the sheets, he was wondering what could possibly have happened last night.

Ian spooned into the back of his wife, who wriggled towards him in welcome. He immediately realised her complete nakedness, and snaked one arm around her, which she grabbed and pulled to her breast, pulling him tighter into her. He was aware of her warm dry skin against his own, the entire length of his body, and gently squeezed her breast and rolled her nipple before either of them said a word.

She broke the silence. "Welcome home darling. Did you have a good night at work?" she murmured as he enjoyed the feel of her against him.

"Very quiet, thanks" he replied, "Did you have a nice evening at home?" There was no mistaking the gentle irony and curiosity that was buried in the question.

Suzanne's heart beat a little faster. She hadn't really thought how to break all her news to him, and wasn't quite sure how to begin, or if she was ready to begin straight away. She decided to employ a little evasion strategy and see how things panned out.

"Actually, I went out for a while last night," she opened, "just for a couple of hours."

Ian's interest was immediately aroused. The discarded cocktail dress, the make-up, his beautiful wife naked in bed and in his arms, even the guilty little smile that had been all that she was wearing when he arrived home, had all piqued his interest and opened up possibilities in his over-active imagination. Now she was admitting that she had been out, his cock started to stir and swell, and his mouth felt dry as he tentatively asked, "Oh really! With anyone I know?"

Suzanne could feel him growing against her backside, and decided to tease him some more. "Would it excite you if I said I had seen John last night?" she asked, and immediately got his answer, as his cock surged and pressed hard against her bottom. He made no other verbal response, but his mind was going twenty to the dozen with all sorts of exciting possibilities.

Ian had realised his own change of feeling in the immediate aftermath of his orgasm on Thursday night, and had admitted as much to Suzanne in the long chat they had shared after John departed. However, a full day and night at work, with the ever present possibility of bumping into John during the day, and the long lonely night in the small cabin used by the duty managers, had more than allowed him to make a full recovery, and he was once again very turned on by the idea of his wife and best friend getting 'together'.

Now it was Ian's turn to feel his pulse quicken, and his hardness was evidence of his excitement at what Suzanne had just said. She turned around to face him, and reached down to grab at his very hard cock with her right hand, which she circled with her fingers and sensuously stroked.

"I'd say that answers my question lover," she whispered to him, "It feels like you would be excited to hear that I saw John last night, and that he saw some more of me."

Ian groaned aloud at the meaning behind this fresh revelation, afraid to ask any questions and break the spell he was under. He waited for her to continue.

"But it wasn't just John that saw me last night Ian. There was someone else there too. Someone else that you know and work with."

Ian's eyes snapped open, and he looked directly into Suzanne's eyes. She returned his gaze, and he could see that she was telling the truth, and that there was more to tell.

"Oh jeeesh!" he said, "You are driving me crazy." She was now firmly stroking his huge erection and he was thrusting his hips backwards and forwards towards her. "Tell me what happened," he cried, "who else was there? Tell me the details."

"All in good time, lover, all in good time. First I want you to eat me, like you did the other night. If you do it very well, I'll tell you the whole story. Is that a deal?"

Ian's response was to slide down the bed and crawl between her legs as she rolled on to her back. His hard cock was pressed between his belly and the sheets, and he quickly took her sex into his mouth, sucking her enlarged lips between his lips, and then releasing them to lick at her clitoris, already peeping out from its hood.

She was already wet with her excitement, and he could taste her sweetness in his mouth as he devoted himself to her arousal. His hands slid under her legs, then around over her hips and across her taut stomach towards her breasts, as she raised her knees slightly, so her legs were over his shoulders. His chest was pressed against the bed, his legs hanging over the end, as he tried to get more and more of her into his mouth. His nose rubbed like a little hard prick against her mound as he ate her and licked at her, occasionally sucking her clit and inner lips into his mouth and teasing them with his tongue.

By now, his hands had stretched above his head and found her breasts, and he alternately tweaked her nipples and squeezed the globes of her tits as he continued to excite her.

Suzanne was very responsive to his ministrations. Her own hands slid down her body, first pressing his hands to her breasts to let him know that she was enjoying the slightly rough manipulation they were getting, and asking him to be even firmer with them. They then slid down across her own belly as she pushed her sex harder into Ian's face, her mound pressing harder against his nose. Finally, her hands slid sensuously over the back of his head, and pulled him deeper into her.

"That's right lover, make me cum," she whispered to him, grabbing a handful of his hair in each hand and pulling him harder into her, to the point that he couldn't breathe. "Oh yes! Oh shit, yes!" she gasped, as she felt her orgasm start. "If you could have seen me last night, made to lift my own skirt to show them both my pussy. Oh yes!"

Her words drove Ian on. His cock swelled again beneath him as he switched his own attention from her lips to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, maintaining the suction whilst stimulating it rapidly with his flicking tongue, in the way that he knew she liked so much. Holding his breath now, his mouth fully occupied, and his nose pressed hard against her little bush, he knew from years of experience that she would soon climax. As she did, she became more verbal.

"Oh yes, yes, yes." Her eyes closed, and her face screwed up as she pressed her feet down onto the bed, the better to push against his fantastic mouth. "Your wife is a slut. Oh yes!.....I am such a slut."

As her orgasm washed over her, she gasped and panted, unable to speak; only able to make guttural sounds of pleasure. Ian continued to tease her sex with his mouth and lips as she came down from the shattering orgasm, occasionally having to pull away from his mouth as the intensity of the aftershocks made her more sensitive.

As she calmed down, Ian pulled his face away, and blew gently on her soaking wet sex, nibbling her again, afraid to ask his next question. Eventually, through his own excitement he managed to choke out the words he wanted to say, his heart racing and saliva filling his mouth in his excitement.

"So you really did see John and another of my colleagues last night? You really did expose yourself to them?"

Ian had never been so excited, and was desperate for the details and for Suzanne to go on with her story. As she relaxed after the incredibly satisfying orgasm she had just enjoyed, she decided to go on and fill in a few more details for him, but to keep back certain key details.

"Yes! I really did," she whispered. "I met him in a restaurant – not John, the other one. He had basically demanded that I meet him – I'll tell you about that later." Ian had started to crawl back up her body, but she wasn't finished with him yet.




The EMT Ch. 06



"No lover, stay there. I'll tell you about last night, but while I do, I want you to stay there and eat me like you did the other night." Ian remembered how much she had enjoyed him licking at her other hole, at her little puckered ring a few nights before; and he remembered how much he had enjoyed doing it for her. He was happy to comply, anything so that she would continue with her story. He pushed up her knees to present her arse to his mouth, and saying "Go on!" squeezed against his own cock beneath him, and brought his lips to her arse.

"We had dinner together," she continued. "I had dressed carefully for the meeting in my little black cocktail dress. You know I can't wear a bra with that dress, but I did wear a thong and stockings."

Ian moaned at the same time as he started to push at her ring with his stiff tongue, occasionally returning to suck temporarily at her still swollen pussy.

"Halfway through dinner," she went on, "he ordered me to go to the bathroom and remove my panties." Ian could hardly believe what he was hearing, and thought he was going to shoot his load on the sheets, but managed to resist and hold back. Suzanne paused and then continued.

"I couldn't resist him and did as he ordered. God, I was so excited, so wet. When I came back, he made me hand over my panties to him – it was so humiliating....so exciting to have to do as he ordered."

Ian thought his balls were going to burst as he listened to his sexy wife talk like this. He was in heaven and he was in hell, but he kept licking and probing at her arse as she continued.

"He made me sit for the rest of dinner with my skirt pulled up, and kept feeling my thigh, or pawing at my naked back. God, I wanted him to take control, for him to take me there and then. I was sooooo excited."

At a signal from Suzanne, Ian stopped paying attention to her ass, and crawled up her body between her legs. His erection was as stiff as a flagpole, and as his face came up past her breasts, his stiff weapon brushed against her pussy lips and made her twitch with anticipation. She opened her legs further to accept him into her, and his cock slipped effortlessly into her warm and willing core.

As Ian looked into her eyes, she returned his gaze and wantonly licked her lips. As he started to pump his engorged cock into her, she grunted as she received him, and continued her story.

"After we had eaten, he took me out to the car.....oomph, and he stood outside the restaurant and fondled my ass....aaaagh. I did nothing to stop him. Mmmm. The driver drove us away, and he made me lift my skirt from under my ass so that I was naked against the seat." Ian's eyes opened wide when she mentioned the driver, and from the beginning he had been wondering which of his colleagues had been lucky enough to take control of his beautiful wife. He dared not break the spell by asking.

"After we parked, and the driver left us, John turned up and joined us in the car." Ian's pace increased as he pictured his precious Suzanne sitting bare-assed in the car with John and another male colleague. "That's when he made me...mmmmm.. lift my skirt and open my ...uuuuh....legs and show them both my pussy."

At these words, Ian was unable to control himself any longer, and thrusting deeply into her, he came very hard, filling her with a considerable quantity of his seed. Suzanne was very close behind, and pulling him even deeper into her, she came soon after he did. As their heartbeats subsided, and they gasped for breath, Ian hugged his wife tightly and analyzed how he felt, conscious of his changing attitude when she had been in front of him with John on Thursday evening.

He was slightly surprised to realise that he still felt incredibly excited about Suzanne's adventure the night before, and not a little curious about who had been dining with her and taking control of her in his absence.

After a few minutes to recover, and several delightful aftershocks, Ian rolled off of his wife and lay on his back staring at the ceiling. Suzanne was looking at him, and he realised she was probably asking herself the same question he had been asking. To let her know he was OK with how he felt, he turned his head to look back at her and said, "Wow. That was incredible. You are such a dirty little show-off."

She smiled at him, and turned to her side to cuddle him, feeling reassured that he seemed OK with the story she had told him so far.

Ian started to ask the question that he wanted to know above all others. "Who were you with...." She silenced him by putting her finger on his mouth, gently biting his nipple, and saying, "SSssshhh. We have all day. Let's get Emma ready for a day out, and I can tell you more during the day. Is that OK?"

Ian couldn't argue, and nodded his assent, but only after pulling a put-on petulant look. After a few more minutes to recover, they got up, she to the shower, whilst he donned a robe and headed off to see if Emma was also ready for the day.

Saturday

A few hours later they were sitting together on a park bench in the little park near their house watching Emma playing happily on a see-saw with one of her regular friends, the daughter of a neighbour, who had joined them for the outing. Suzanne had dressed for a summer day, and looked great in a pair of shorts, tee shirt and sandals, her long legs shown off to their best, and stretched out in front of her to catch the sun's rays.

Ian had been very patient, and in a state of near constant arousal, waiting for Suzanne to tell him the rest of the story. Finally, he could wait no longer, and taking advantage of the distraction of the two youngsters playing happily for themselves, finally managed to pick up the courage to whisper, "So go on then, who did you have dinner with last night?"

Suzanne turned her face towards him and smiled mysteriously at him. Her shoulder length blond hair fell either side of her face, and as always, she looked the sexiest thing Ian had ever seen in his life. Not for the first time he wondered why and how come he got so excited about thinking of her with some other guy.

"Before I tell you who," she whispered back, in a confidential tone, "let me tell you how." She reached up and swept her hair back behind her ears, took a look towards the girls, and then leaned in towards him so that she could speak more confidentially still. Ian adjusted himself discreetly, expecting that he would soon be stiffening if her words were half as exciting as he'd found them this morning.

"The man I had dinner with last night, and who took such a liberty by ordering me to remove my panties, knew that he would probably get a positive reaction from me."

Ian looked bemused at her, racking his brain to try to determine who this could be and why any one of his colleagues should imagine that his wife was open to such a suggestion. Try as he might, he could not imagine who Suzanne's mystery date could have been.

She let him mull things over a few seconds, before she continued. "He knew that I might react positively because John had told him all about our little game on Thursday evening."

As Ian took in this new information, his cock started to stiffen in earnest, and he had to cross his legs to hide the evidence of his mounting excitement. His mouth was suddenly dry, and he swallowed whilst waiting for Suzanne to continue, which she did after again checking the girls were OK.

"When I say that John told him all about our little game on Thursday, I mean ALL about our little game." Ian blushed as his mind was taken back to the incredible excitement he had felt, and the subsequent loss of control he had suffered. He blushed again when he thought that John was telling his friends and colleagues about the lewd, submissive and exhibitionistic behaviour of his own, darling wife. Before he could begin to be angry with John for this breach of confidence, Suzanne continued.

"After hearing what John had to say, about me and about you, and how we had engineered a situation to display me to John," now it was Suzanne's turn to blush as she continued with the tale, "he – the man I had dinner with – decided to test me out to see if I really did get turned on by being told what to do in that way."

Ian gulped, his heart in his mouth.

"I'm almost ashamed to admit to you," Suzanne obliged by continuing her story without prompting, "that I seemed to pass that test with flying colours."

Ian swallowed again, and reached for her hand, which he gave a reassuring squeeze. "But who was it?" he asked, "Who did John tell about us?"

Suzanne answered, quietly, almost inaudibly. "Last night Ian", this was sounding like something from a very bad peak time TV programme, "Last night, I had dinner with Mr Graham Leicester."

After a stunned silence of all of 3 nanoseconds, Ian exploded. "WHAT?" he exclaimed. The girls looked up from their play in surprise, and noticing them, Ian moderated the volume of his voice, but the surprise and anger remained beneath the surface. "He told Graham? You displayed yourself to Mr Leicester? What was he thinking of? What were you thinking of? He's my boss! He's ...." Ian's outburst collapsed in a maze of confusion and conflicting emotions.

Suzanne was quick to try to reassure him, and now she reached for his hand and held it between hers. "It's OK darling, really, it's OK." And she started to tell him the whole story.

The girls played on in the sunshine, and Suzanne told him about the enigmatic e-mail from HR at Ruler Electronics, and its contents; she told him about his own candidacy for the vacant EMT role; she told him about her determination to help him win the job. Ian sat in stunned amazement as she revealed fact after fact. When she said how she had determined to help him win the job, he couldn't help interrupting.

"I don't think that displaying yourself to my boss, the man who is going to decide my future, is necessarily the right way to influence him Suzanne."

She winced, but continued. She described again the events at dinner with Graham; how he had touched her; how she had felt so used by him and couldn't understand why he was treating her like that after being a perfect gentleman to that point. Despite himself, Ian couldn't stop himself from starting to feel excited again as she described these parts of the story, his anger and excitement rising in parallel.

Then she described how shocked she had become when John turned up, and she had been told that he had already been selected for the vacant position on the EMT. At this point, she had to restrain Ian from getting up there and then and rushing off to do John some damage, but she settled him down, and quickly went on.

She explained how there were really two places on the team; that he was still a candidate for the second place; that he could be guaranteed the second place if only they agreed to one condition. Ian thought he saw where this was leading.

"Don't tell me, I can get the position if you sleep with Graham Leicester!" he summarised angrily.

Suzanne patted his thigh, and then pulled him to her. "No, not exactly", she started, but before she could continue, Emma and her friend came to them and asked if they could have some lunch. They were forced to break off the conversation and return to the house without anything else being said between them. Ian walked along sulkily deep in thought, Suzanne tending to the girls and holding each of their hands as they crossed the road, wondering how Ian would react to the rest of the story; to Graham Leicester's proposition.

It was several hours later when they had a chance to return to the subject. Emma's friend had been taken home at the end of a long day, Emma had been fed and bathed and settled in bed, and Ian and Suzanne were in the kitchen, making the last preparations for their own dinner. Suzanne poured them each a glass of wine and sat down next to Ian at the dining table. They clinked glasses, toasted each other, and Ian asked her to go on and tell him about Graham's condition, whatever it was.

Suzanne took a deep draft of the wine, and started the only way she knew how.

"Ian, I need you to be honest with me. You really did like seeing me with John on Thursday evening, didn't you?" she asked. "You have often fantasised about me being with other men, haven't you?"

Ian considered carefully before answering. "Getting you to agree to show yourself to John was one of the most exciting moments of my life", he admitted, "Seeing you behave like you did, feeling so proud of you, wanting him to see you and to want you, were all incredible for me." Ian cast his eyes down, almost ashamed to admit his feelings, and the strength of those feelings, even to his wife.

"And how do you feel about that now?" she asked him. "How do you feel in the cold light of day, and when you are in control of yourself, and thinking with your head, and not with your dick?"

Her words shocked him. She had asked for honesty, and he owed it to her to be honest. "I'm not sure that I can think about it in the cold light of day" he admitted, "If I start to think about it, it excites me so much that it warps my thinking. Even now, I can't remember what we did Thursday evening without it exciting me. I spent all day at work on Friday replaying what had happened. I spent all night Friday night thinking about what I felt, exciting myself with the memory. It ought to make me question my feelings about you; it is against everything I have ever been taught; it isn't normal how I feel. And yet I know I love you more today than I ever have. I know I cherish you more as a result of it. You and Emma are the most precious things in my life, and I mean precious; I would die for you. It is obscene; it is perverse, that I want to share the most precious thing in the world to me with other men. But I can't deny that all of my fantasies, all of my sexual thoughts revolve around this feeling. It is a kind of delicious masochism; to love you, and to want to think of others taking what should be mine and mine alone. I love you Suzanne, I will never stop loving you."

This was more than Suzanne had expected, but she listened to his stream of consciousness reply with growing understanding of how he felt about this game they were playing, and a growing sense of comfort in his undoubted love for her. In her private moments, the one concern Suzanne had had about playing the game was whether it indicated a decrease in the strength of Ian's feelings for her, or a degree of tiredness or lack of excitement in their lovemaking. She was confident that it didn't, but still the thought entered her head every now and again. She decided to be honest in return.

"Thank you Ian, and I know that you love me, and of course I love you, and always will. Thanks for being honest, and now let me be honest in return. When you first asked me to do this, to deliberately reveal myself to John, I was shocked and a little frightened about what it meant. However, I can't deny that the thought excited me. Excited me more than I though possible. I thought that if we did it in a way that could be seen as accidental, I could hide behind that. But when you asked me to wear that negligee, and to come back down, there could be no accident in that. I was purposely, deliberately exposing myself to John, with nowhere to hide."

Ian started to respond, his excitement already growing. He let her continue.

"I found that decision, to knowingly and deliberately expose myself in a way that could not be misunderstood, the most liberating thing I have ever done. I didn't do it for you, as I did with the first 'accidental' exposure. I didn't do it for John. I did it for me. And when John took control, and ordered me to do things, I can't tell you how excited he made me feel, how wet I was, how much I wanted him to do that, and more. I didn't want him to stop."

Suzanne moved over to sit on Ian's knee, where she could feel his hardness resulting from her frank confession. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

"You made me discover a new side of me, something that I was barely aware existed inside of me, something that was buried so deep that I didn't even admit it to myself. You have brought it to the surface, you and John. And I want to explore it some more. I want to know how far I can go."

By now Ian was totally lost to his erotic fantasies. He had to swallow to generate enough saliva to speak. "If you promise me that we'll never stop loving each other, then let's explore this together," he said.

Suzanne nodded and kissed him hungrily on the lips. Their tongues danced around each other's as they shared a deep sexually charged embrace, each aware that they had just mutually agreed to continue their experiments. When they eventually broke apart, Ian looked deep into his wife's eyes and said, "I still don't know what I have to do to get the job on the EMT!"

The Letter

Suzanne finished the story and told him of Graham Leicester's bizarre proposition. Over dinner she recounted as accurately as she was able the conditions that Graham Leicester had described to her; the letter that was needed from Ian to convince Graham that he was serious about wanting Graham to take his wife, Suzanne, and use her as he saw fit.

As she outlined the proposition, Ian found himself at first shocked by the idea, and then strangely excited. Was it really strange he thought, given how his own deeply held feelings had been allowed to rise to the surface over the preceding few days? The thought of writing such a letter; the humiliation it would bring to hand it over; his excitement grew the more he thought about the idea.

In the continuing spirit of frank honesty and deeper understanding about their individual feelings, they discussed the possible implications of this sudden escalation of their games. Suzanne wanted to know from Ian how he would react to her actually being 'used' sexually by Graham and others. Ian wanted to know from Suzanne if she really wanted to go through with this; if she could imagine how she might be used. They skirted around some issues; they got cold feet; they got excited about the possibilities; they shared ideas and fantasies. Eventually, they left the dinner dishes to themselves and went upstairs to make love.

As they undressed and jumped into bed together, and started to make love, they alternately excited and frightened each other by verbalising their feelings, their desires, or their concerns. The subject was never far from their minds, and they eventually collapsed, still unsure about what to do, after sharing a deeply satisfying mutual orgasm. Unusually, it was Suzanne that almost immediately fell asleep; leaving Ian in a quandary about whether he would, or would not, write the letter. He lay awake for a considerable portion of the night, wondering what to do, what his options were.

Even when he slept, he slept fitfully, his thoughts and dreams returning to the proposition. In one dream that he couldn't shake off, but which seemed to restart every time he nodded off between bouts of wakefulness, Graham Leicester had Suzanne caged beneath his desk, and then Graham would become John, and Suzanne would become Ian, and then Ian would be forced to fellate John, who would turn back into Graham. In another dream, he would write parts of the letter, unable to get past certain clauses or phrases, and his pen constantly drying up, frustrating his attempts to meet some pressing deadline. Amongst it all, he was conscious of a constantly returning and painful erection.

Gradually though, throughout the night, some sensible ideas and counter-proposals started to form and develop in his mind. Central to these were the recurring themes of negotiating some limited time period for the game, allowing he and Suzanne some kind of get-out clause in case the experiment proved a disaster. He was also concerned about long-term damage, physical or psychological, that Suzanne might suffer. He also felt very uneasy about linking this game that he and Suzanne had so recently discovered with his own professional development and career path.




The EMT Ch. 06



Typically, about 30 minutes before Emma awoke from the peaceful night's rest that only the innocent can enjoy, Ian fell into his deepest and quietest slumber of the night. He was consequently not a little displeased when he was abruptly awoken from it by Emma, who, having padded into their bedroom and crawled onto the bed, proceeded to bounce enthusiastically on top of daddy, screaming for her breakfast. Ian and Suzanne dragged themselves out of bed on this fine Sunday morning to tend to this requirement, without further discussion about the potentially life-changing decision that faced them over the next 24 hours.

Ian spent most of the day in his study, working and reworking on a draft of the letter, without yet having decided if he would deliver it. In between drafts, he thought about the ideas that had been half forming in his sub-conscious mind during the night. 

Suzanne avoided asking him what he planned to do, recognising that he had his own difficult decision to make, and trying to support the process he was going through as much as possible. She was both encouraged and worried that he hadn't appeared to make a definitive decision yet, and assumed that they would discuss it again after Emma was abed, and before Ian went to work on Monday morning. In the meantime, she answered Emma's questions about daddy's long absences by telling her that he had a lot of work to do. In the afternoon, she went to the gym, taking Emma with her to be out of Ian's way, and depositing her in the crèche whilst Suzanne had a vigorous physical workout, her mind full of thoughts about what might transpire.

Eventually, the long day passed, Emma was again in bed, and as Suzanne relaxed in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, Ian came in from the study with a sheet of paper in his hand, and a worried look on his face.

"OK!" he said, "Crunch time. Let's go over this one more time, one final time, and then let's put it behind us until tomorrow." He put the paper down on the table, blank side up.

Suzanne pulled a chair out for him at the kitchen table, and poured him a cup of strong black coffee. After giving it to him, she sat down at the table with him and waited to hear her fate.

When they were settled, Ian began, "I need to know, again, that you really want to do this Suzanne?"

"I can't say that I definitely want to do THIS Ian, but I can say I definitely want to continue to explore this submissive side of me that I have discovered these last few days. Are you sure that you want to go ahead?"

Ian considered the question carefully. "I have reservations, obviously. And I have concerns about potential long-term impacts on us and on our family. Do I want to put us in a position where we can discover more about these feelings we are having? Absolutely! Is this the right thing to do? I really don't know. But if we go into this together, and our love is as strong as we think it is, then I think I can negotiate some concessions that will provide the best possible outcome for us, even if it turns out to be too much, too soon."

"What sort of concessions?" asked Suzanne, "Mr Leicester seemed very strict with his demands."

"Graham Leicester is an excellent businessman Suzanne. All businessmen start with demands that look immovable, but they are all prepared to negotiate to get what they really want. Ruler Electronics didn't employ me to bend over whenever a customer made difficult demands. I'm sure that they'll respect me more if I make some counter-proposals."

Suzanne rarely saw this side of Ian, and she was impressed by his logic. Ian, for his part, couldn't believe that he was discussing handing over his wife to be his boss's sex-slave as if it were a new contract for widgets that he was negotiating. But he had come this far.

"So Suzanne, my plan is to see Mr Graham Leicester tomorrow morning as he has demanded; to put some ideas to him for consideration after indicating that I have written the letter that he wants from me; and to hand over that letter if he agrees to my requests." Suzanne couldn't help noticing the passive use of words like 'requests' from Ian whilst active words like 'demands' from Mr Leicester, and the thought sent a thrill through her. She was also astute enough to realise that despite Ian's apparent professional and detached manner, the use of these words indicated that he might not be as confident about winning his concessions as he made out.

Silently, Ian turned over the letter that he had been working on for much of the day, and pushed it over to Suzanne for her to read.

Dear Mr Leicester,

I have the honour to respond to your requirements.

Suzanne has described to me the events of Friday evening, and the situation and conditions that you have related to her. As I understand things, you are aware of my deep and long-held desire to have my darling wife used and abused by others, in a way that I am unable to so use and abuse her, due to my complete and permanent devotion to her. You are also aware, I believe, of her own feelings in relation to her exposure and humiliation, and her growing curiosity regarding her own, recently discovered, submissive nature.

After very careful consideration, and prolonged discussion between us, I confirm in this letter my humble desire that you place my wife Suzanne under contract to yourself, to be used, exhibited, abused, paraded, humiliated, dominated or otherwise exploited, by you, or anyone else you so designate, subject only to any conditions we will have discussed and agreed verbally between ourselves prior to your reading this letter. I understand totally that any such conditions may neither be written nor recorded anywhere, and I will be able to make no reference to any such conditions after delivering this letter to you.

I further understand that your powers over Suzanne will be total, and they are granted to you by me, as her lawful husband, without reservation or limit. Your decisions about where, when, how, with whom, and how to perform the various duties she is given are final. I have no rights to demand to be present, nor even to know what such duties are, unless you decide to inform me of them, or instruct Suzanne to so inform me. She will dress, act, appear and be available to you, as you require, with my full prior consent and approval without limitation.

I respectfully request that you will train my wife as you see fit for the purpose of preparing her to do the duties you allocate to her. Such training may be conducted at times, locations and under the direction of trainers that you will decide. Again, I provide by this letter, my full prior consent and approval of all your decisions.

Finally, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this opportunity, and I swear on the love that I have for Suzanne, which is the greatest oath I could ever undertake, that I offer my wife for your use, freely, of my own volition, without reservation, free of conditions, and with deep humility and excitement at the prospect.

I remain, Sir

Your very humble servant,

The space for a signature was blank.Suzanne had read the letter with growing excitement at the implications it contained for her, and their future together. Without saying a word, she re-read the letter, and then looked at Ian's face, which was flushed with his own excitement, and, if he had admitted it, his own humiliation.

"Well," said Suzanne, huskily, "that appears to say it all. Let the games commence!"

.....to be continued.

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In Chapter 7 – Ian negotiates with Graham Leicester (successfully?), Suzanne is contracted and introduced to the members of the EMT, and John gets what he has been waiting for.



The EMT Ch. 07



WARNING: I'm attempting to write a detailed story that is real rather than contrived, erotic rather than vulgar, psychological and physical rather than purely physical. This means that some Chapters have rather less of the rumpy-pumpy than some readers look for. 

I am also writing a story about a married couple who are deeply in love, but who willingly and knowingly allow themselves to follow an erotic journey, which involves other partners, submission and control. I am not making a statement about the sanctity of marriage; these things happen, I know, I have followed a similar journey with my wife of more than 30 years, without it damaging our relationship in any way.

I try to warn readers about the content by publishing in appropriate places, under appropriate headings.

If you feel that you need more of the rumpy-pumpy than my stories will provide, or that you might be offended by stories about married couples that experiment with and extend their relationship, then please consider carefully before reading. Read it with pleasure having heeded the warning, but then don't, please don't, flame me or mark the story down if you find that it doesn't satisfy your particular tastes or prejudices.

Thank you. I genuinely hope that all my readers will enjoy the experience, but recognise that there is "nowt so queer as folk", and I can't satisfy everyone all of the time.

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Silently, Ian turned over the letter that he had been working on for much of the day, and pushed it over to Suzanne for her to read.

Dear Mr Leicester,

I have the honour to respond to your requirements.

Suzanne has described to me the events of Friday evening, and the situation and conditions that you have related to her. As I understand things, you are aware of my deep and long-held desire to have my darling wife used and abused by others, in a way that I am unable to so use and abuse her, due to my complete and permanent devotion to her. You are also aware, I believe, of her own feelings in relation to her exposure and humiliation, and her growing curiosity regarding her own, recently discovered, submissive nature.

After very careful consideration, and prolonged discussion between us, I confirm in this letter my humble desire that you place my wife Suzanne under contract to yourself, to be used, exhibited, abused, paraded, humiliated, dominated or otherwise exploited, by you, or anyone else you so designate, subject only to any conditions we will have discussed and agreed verbally between ourselves prior to your reading this letter. I understand totally that any such conditions may neither be written nor recorded anywhere, and I will be able to make no reference to any such conditions after delivering this letter to you.

I further understand that your powers over Suzanne will be total, and they are granted to you by me, as her lawful husband, without reservation or limit. Your decisions about where, when, how, with whom, and how to perform the various duties she is given are final. I have no rights to demand to be present, nor even to know what such duties are, unless you decide to inform me of them, or instruct Suzanne to so inform me. She will dress, act, appear and be available to you, as you require, with my full prior consent and approval without limitation.

I respectfully request that you will train my wife as you see fit for the purpose of preparing her to do the duties you allocate to her. Such training may be conducted at times, locations and under the direction of trainers that you will decide. Again, I provide by this letter, my full prior consent and approval of all your decisions.

Finally, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this opportunity, and I swear on the love that I have for Suzanne, which is the greatest oath I could ever undertake, that I offer my wife for your use, freely, of my own volition, without reservation, free of conditions, and with deep humility and excitement at the prospect.

I remain, Sir
Your very humble servant,

The space for a signature was blank. Suzanne had read the letter with growing excitement at the implications it contained for her, and their future together. Without saying a word, she re-read the letter, and then looked at Ian's face, which was flushed with his own excitement, and, if he had admitted it, his own humiliation.

"Well," said Suzanne, huskily, "that appears to say it all. Let the games commence!"

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The next morning found Ian at his desk at Ruler Electronics still unsure about whether to go ahead and deliver the letter to Mr Graham Leicester. He and Suzanne had gone to bed early the night before, and discussed the proposal no more, although it had been a constant companion to both of their thoughts throughout another troubled night. Now, Ian sat over his coffee and assessed his feelings.

The thought of delivering the letter was exciting on at least three levels. First, he would be committing himself and Suzanne (mostly Suzanne he realised with a surge of excited emotion) to unknown future adventure, uncertainty, anguish, humiliation, exposure and abuse. Second, he was not sure he could bring himself to humiliate and degrade himself enough to actually physically deliver the letter and discuss its contents with Mr Leicester; but the thought of doing so for some reason brought a flush of real excitement to his loins, his pulse quickened, his heart jumped to his throat, and his face flushed and burned with his embarrassment. And thirdly, doing so would, he had been assured, guarantee his position on the EMT; providing massively increased benefits, privilege and status for him and his family, unheard of for one so new to the company.

On the other side of the argument, some more of his senior colleagues would, he was sure, become aware of his perverted predilections regarding his sexual relationship with the wife he adored; would potentially avail themselves of her services by the grace of Graham Leicester's favours; and would be in a position to use that knowledge against Ian if they so chose to do. This particular thought could not pass through his mind without the associated pleasure that he had so briefly experienced when John had spoken to him so enigmatically in his office, after first seeing the lovely Suzanne exposed for his delight. This memory somewhat weakened this argument against agreeing to Graham's requirements.

Then there were the potential threats that accepting such a preposterous proposal exposed his family to. He, Suzanne and Emma were happy, in love with each other, and had the kind of relationship that most men would give their right arms to have. Ian was still unsure why he was prepared to risk that domestic bliss to see the wife he loved humiliated and abused. He could not understand his own emotions; he could only feel them. And feel them he did. In spades. 

Having done his best to come to terms with his conflicting emotions, Ian considered again his options. Suzanne had made it very clear to him last night that she was happy to leave the final decision to him. She wanted adventure, she wanted excitement, she wanted to explore the new her that had been discovered so recently. Should he, could he, prevent her doing so?

His train of thought was brought to a sudden stop by the startling buzzing of his office phone. He grabbed at it, fumbled it, and then finally got it to his ear. "Good morning, Ruler Electronics, Ian James speaking".

The voice at the other end was polite, businesslike and female. "Good morning Mr James, this is Linda, Mr Leicester's secretary. He has asked to see you in his office as soon as possible. Can you be here in 10 minutes?"

Ian's palms ran cold, his heartbeat accelerated at an alarming rate, and his temples pounded. This was it. A decision was being forced upon him. For a moment he couldn't speak.

"Mr James, are you there? Did you hear me?"

Finally he stammered out, "Yes! Yes, I heard you. I'll be right up." He put the phone down in its cradle, sat back in his chair and held his breath whilst he counted to 30. It was all he could do to think straight.

Finally, after he thought he had managed to calm himself, he collected together a few papers, checked again that the letter was in his breast coat pocket, straightened his tie, and headed out towards the lifts that would take him to the sixth floor and the waiting Graham Leicester. Just before the lift lobby, he turned sharp left, burst into the men's room and into an empty cubicle where he slammed the door behind him and locked it. He stood leaning against the wall, gasping for breath and alternately swallowing the saliva that was suddenly filling his mouth, or letting it drool from his mouth into the gaping pan below. It took a few seconds for this sudden anxiety attack to settle, when once again, he collected himself, and headed towards his destiny.

A few minutes later, Linda was showing Ian into Graham Leicester's office, after he had declined her offer of a coffee.

Graham Leicester's office was large, modern and spacious. Graham himself sat behind his desk at the opposite end of the long room, smiling at Ian as Linda closed the door behind her. Ian had been here before, and walked towards the desk in front of him without glancing around, until he caught sight of someone sitting at the meeting table that had been hidden behind the open door. He stopped and looked around to his left to see John sitting at the meeting table. Ian's eyes snapped from John to Graham in his surprise, and he almost blurted out "What's he doing here" but managed to contain himself, and said, rather quietly, "Good morning Graham, John."

By now, Graham had risen from behind his desk, and pointing to the round meeting table said, "Let's sit down over there. Good morning Ian".

When they were all seated, Graham got straight to the point. "I assume that Suzanne has been speaking to you over the weekend Ian?" Ian nodded, dumb with surprise and shock, and then looked pointedly at John and then back at Graham, as if to ask what he was doing there.

"John, as I hope Suzanne has explained, is now a confirmed member of the EMT Ian, and is taking responsibility, among other things, as deputy to Karen." Ian knew he was referring to Karen Guilbert, Head of HR who had been actively involved in recruiting Ian to the company.

"Unfortunately, Karen is busy right now with arrangements for the immediate retirement of Ken Reid, so John is sitting in with us in her place. The other advantage is that he is, shall I say, intimately familiar with the circumstances that bring us together today."

This little witticism, which Graham delivered without a hint of embarrassment or hesitation, brought firmly into Ian's mind the fact that he was sitting with the two people in the world, outside of himself and Suzanne, who knew about their games, and who had seen his wife in all her glory. In the case of John, he had even had the pleasure of having had her suck his large erection into her mouth. Ian's face flushed even more at the thought, if that was possible.

John now spoke for the first time, "I hope that you don't mind my presence Ian, Graham thought it would be wise to have someone else present for this meeting, and I appeared to be the best choice, and made myself available" he quipped.

Ian nodded that he understood, and thinking he had better find his voice and start to take a part on his own behalf, bravely spoke up. "Suzanne has told me all about your discussions on Friday," this to Graham, then turning to John, "let me congratulate you John, I know how hard you have worked, and how you deserve the promotion."

With this exchange, the ice seemed to have broken, and Graham took charge of the meeting.

"Well Ian, let's get down to business. The situation is this, let me recap so there is no risk of misunderstanding." He seemed to click immediately into the businessman that Ian knew him to be. "One - we have an additional vacancy on the EMT following Ken's early and sudden retirement." He counted off the points on the fingers of his hands as he went through them. "Two - you are one of two candidates perfectly capable of filling that vacancy." Ian nodded an acknowledgement of this complement. "Three – you have a gorgeous wife who would be an asset to any company." Again Ian nodded his assent, but slightly resented the personal reference to Suzanne whilst feeling the familiar surge of excitement that the mention brought. "Four – and here we get into unfamiliar territory, you and your wife Suzanne have expressed and demonstrated a willingness to, shall we say, extend the influence of her charms." This time Ian definitely felt the excitement at the intimate reference to his wife's name. "Five – I have made a proposition, through your charming wife, that I hope will be acceptable to us all. You get what you want in terms of the promotion, as well as in satisfying certain of your personal desires, we get an able new member of the team, as well as getting to benefit from and enjoy Suzanne's undoubted talents. Have I described the situation as you understand it to be Ian?"

Ian could only nod dumbly again. Graham had, with typical business brusqueness, summarised the situation perfectly.

"All that remains then Ian, is to determine whether the proposition is acceptable to all, and for you to demonstrate your willingness to proceed in the manner I indicated to Suzanne on Friday. Do you have the letter?"

It had all been done in such an impersonal and businesslike fashion, that Ian very nearly handed over the letter immediately. However, he stopped himself, his hand containing the letter already stretched towards Graham Leicester. At the last minute, he pulled his hand, and the letter, back.

"Just before I hand this over Graham," Ian managed to say, "there are a few points that I'd like to clear up." He waited for a response, and when none came save the stern look of impatience on Graham Leicester's face, he went on.

"This is clearly a major step for us, and something of a leap into the unknown. My letter, I hope you will see, is exactly as you wanted it, but I do have to take some steps to protect our position, which I hope you will agree have very little effect on your overall proposition and the position you will find yourself in if we proceed."

Again Ian waited for a response, and after a second or two Graham nodded for him to continue.

"First, I would like a break clause in the agreement, to be used by either party by giving 10 days notice to the other, and exercisable at the end of the first 30 days of the arrangement. If so exercised by Suzanne and I it will be accompanied by my immediate resignation from the company. This is essential to allow us an opportunity to get out of the agreement early on if we find for any reason that we are unable to keep our side." Now it was Ian's turn to count off his points on his fingers, in an echo of Graham's style. "Second, I would like the agreement to be terminated as a matter of course after two years (should the break clause not be exercised) and any extension to the agreement subject to a re-negotiation of terms. Third, I would like a Gentleman's agreement between us that Suzanne will come to no permanent harm whilst under contract to you, she will not be permanently marked nor body enhanced, and there will be no permanent injuries. Finally, I would like your personal guarantee that you and the company will be conscious of Suzanne's role as a mother, and be sympathetic to her needs in that role."

Ian stopped counting on his fingers, and looked at Graham Leicester with his pulse racing. He held his breath for the outburst he was sure would come. The stern look of impatience had never left Graham's face as he had made his requests.

After a few seconds, a smile started to spread across the face of Graham Leicester, and he sat forward in his chair, as if relishing the battle that was to come. Ian wondered if he had gone too far. Graham spoke.

"As to your first request, granted, but with a break clause at 90 days instead of 30. As to your second request, agreed, two years seems a reasonable return on the investment we will make. Thirdly, I agree to the Gentleman's agreement regarding permanent harm or injury, but cannot agree to the part about permanent marking or body enhancement. From what I have seen, body enhancement would be difficult to achieve in any case – Suzanne is already beautifully proportioned." Ian winced at the reference. "I will agree to no deliberate permanent marking nor body enhancement without your prior approval. On the last point, agreed. We are a compassionate and caring employer and will be sympathetic as far as we can be. Are we agreed?"

Graham Leicester held out his hand towards Ian, which Ian went to shake, feeling proud to have won any concessions from this notoriously hard negotiator. He was stopped by Graham's curt voice, "No! The letter!"

Ian felt foolish. It had been the natural thing to do to reach out to shake hands at the end of the negotiation. Now, embarrassed again, he quietly passed the letter over to Graham, and couldn't prevent a blush spreading over his face as Graham opened it and started to read it. He wasn't sure whether the blush resulted from his attempting to shake hands or from his humiliation as he watched Graham read the words he had written yesterday. He suspected both, but primarily the latter.

After Graham had finished reading, he calmly passed the letter to John, and Ian cringed again with humiliation as his best friend read the words that would pass control of his wife to this powerful man. After John had read it, he looked up at Graham, who passed him a pen and asked him to witness it. That done, Graham spoke again.

"That will do perfectly Ian. Let me congratulate you on your promotion to the EMT." This time when he held his hand out, he meant for Ian to take it, which he did, somewhat hesitatingly. A genuine smile filled the face of Mr Graham Leicester as he shook him warmly by the hand. "I always knew you were the boy for us Ian, welcome to the team. We'll have your contract drawn up by lunchtime, and I'd like you back here at 12:30 to see the draft. This," he took the letter back from John, and placed it in his breast pocket, patting it over his heart, "we'll put away, and hopefully never have to refer to it again."

Now John joined in the congratulations, and shook Ian by the hand as he led him to the door. "Well done Ian, I really look forward to working with you." He sounded genuinely pleased with Ian's promotion, and it wasn't until Ian was in the lift heading back down to his office that he realised that he probably had good reason to be so. It would probably mean that John would get to consummate the relationship that he had started with Suzanne four nights earlier. A few minutes later, Ian found himself sitting at his desk, completely dazed and drained at the speed of events. He reached for the phone to call Suzanne.

The EMT

At 12:30, Ian found himself back in Graham Leicester's office, with John and Graham present whilst he read over his new contract. It was entirely normal, with no reference to the agreement regarding Suzanne, as he had hoped and expected. His eyes opened when he saw that his salary had nearly doubled and that his bonus scheme was significantly more advantageous than it had been thereto, but in all other respects, the contract was perfectly normal and acceptable to him. The duties and responsibilities were described in general terms, allowing lots of flexibility for the company to shift him around as required by the needs of the business, and he stumbled slightly over the non-competition clause which restricted him from working for any near competitor, until he realised that it exactly mirrored a clause in his existing contract. After reading through it, he looked up at Graham and said he was happy to sign it there and then.




The EMT Ch. 07



Graham was totally professional; invited him to take more time if he needed it; and lent him a pen to sign it before getting John to countersign on behalf of the company. That done, there were handshakes all around; Graham poured everyone a drink from the discreet cocktail cabinet in the corner of his office; and they sat down with their drinks around Graham's desk.

"There are just a couple of final things Ian," Graham opened. "First, you may not be aware, but we like all members of the EMT to have a stake in the success of the company. To get you started, I am happy to confirm that the Board has awarded you 15,000 executive share options at a very favourable price as a kind of golden handshake and welcome to the EMT." As he said this, he slid a letter across the desk, which Ian quickly scanned through. The option price was about 40% of the then current market price, the options were exercisable after two years, and Ian quickly calculated that the award represented about £60k in pre-tax profit to him based on today's prices.

Ian thanked Graham profusely, and pocketed the award letter, which had been personally signed by the Chairman of the Board.

"Not at all," said Graham, "it is well deserved. You have made a very great impression in your first year at Ruler." He then quickly switched tracks. "I assume that you have spoken to the lovely Suzanne and informed her of our reaching an agreement this morning?"

Again, and not for the last time, Ian blushed. However much he had determined to try to separate his promotion from this other agreement, at least in his own mind, Graham or John kept connecting them again.
"I have spoken to her, briefly" he replied.

"Good!" said Graham, John nodding in agreement, "I hope she is, and will remain, as pleased with the arrangements as I know we will be." Here he looked at John for confirmation, who continued to nod in a self-satisfied manner.

Ian couldn't stop himself from saying, "She certainly sounded like she was pleased and excited that we had come to terms." He remembered Suzanne's whoop of joy when he told her of his promotion on the telephone, and her subsequent thoughtfulness about what that would mean for her.

"Excellent!" said Graham, "I am having a little get-together at my apartment in town this evening. The main purpose is to formally introduce you and John to your new colleagues on the EMT – they will all be there." He looked at both Ian and then John. "I'd like you both to be there at 7:30 pm, prompt." Both men nodded their understanding and agreement. "Ian, I'd also like you to bring Suzanne with you so she can sign her contract. I've taken the liberty of arranging Ms Pyrford to baby-sit for you, and I'll send a car to collect the two of you at 7:15. Is that OK? John, you can make your own way to the apartment."

Again both men nodded their agreement; Ian particularly was wondering what was in store for him and Suzanne. Graham Leicester then concluded with these words, "Gentlemen, it has been a truly eventful weekend. I am delighted to welcome you both to the EMT. I'd like you both to take the rest of the afternoon off, share your good news with your respective families, and get ready for your introductions to the team this evening.. Ian, I would like Suzanne to be dressed in smart, but sexy, business attire when you arrive – take her shopping this afternoon if you need to – you can afford it now, but be ready for collection at 7:15. Dismissed!" 

With that, he took back their glasses, shook their hands, and walked them to the door of his office, where he waved them goodbye as they walked together, slightly stunned, towards the lift.

It had been the most momentous morning of Ian's young life, and had sped past so tremendously fast that he was stunned by the changes since he arrived at work this morning. In the lift as they descended he stood almost open-mouthed in shock. John broke the silence.

"He is something else isn't he?" Ian could only look at him.

"Ian, I hope that I did the right thing. I couldn't stop myself from telling him about it when he got started on me on Friday." Ian still stood wordlessly.

"I hope that it won't come between us mate – I really do value your friendship." Again, Ian was silent.

After a long pause (about 4 floors descent John later estimated), a smile broke out on Ian's face. "Jeesh John, we've made it. We're on the fucking EMT!"

When the lift doors slid open at the ground floor, the two secretaries waiting for the lift were amazed to see the two old friends breaking from a backslapping hug with a sheepish and embarrassed look on their faces. They then quickly scuttled away to the car park and went their separate routes home.

Basic Training

At exactly 7:17 pm, Ian helped Suzanne into the back seat of the company car, watched carefully by the same chauffeur, who looked on intently and disapprovingly, as Ian did his job for him. Ian then scuttled around the car and climbed in himself, before the chauffeur could hold the door for him. With a very displeased look, the driver then entered the car himself, and pulled smoothly away, as Suzanne waved back at Emma, standing at the door to their house holding the hand of Ms Pyrford.

Suzanne looked stunning, Ian thought. They hadn't needed to go shopping. After Ian had explained all that had happened to him that morning, Suzanne had gone to her second wardrobe (Ian called it the deep archive), and rifled through her old business suits, identifying a shortlist of three. Ian had then helped her select a grey pin-striped suit in which she looked sensational. The pencil skirt hugged her thighs tightly before flaring out slightly at the knees, which it discreetly covered, but only just. At the back of the skirt was a short split, which terminated modestly about 6 inches above the back of her knees in a sexy little black appliqué bow. The jacket could be worn buttoned or open. 

Under the jacket, Suzanne had chosen a very fine cashmere top in a subtle olive colour that went well with her complexion and blonde hair, and beneath that, a light, lacy and sexy bra. Her shoes were high-heeled court shoes, and Ian had managed to persuade her to wear seemed stockings and garter/suspender belt, despite Suzanne's objections on the grounds that the bumps of the suspenders were visible against her thigh beneath the tight skirt. Like most women, she couldn't see how that was sexy and would have preferred to wear thigh-high hold-ups for a smooth effect. Ian however, had managed to convince her how incredibly sexy it could be for a man to realise that a woman was wearing sexy lingerie, and as the effect was subtle, she acquiesced and went with his wishes.

The overall effect of her ensemble was exactly what Ian thought Graham had asked for; classically businesslike and sexily chic. As the car picked up speed, he looked over at his wife and asked "How are you feeling?"

Suzanne smiled nervously back at him, and admitted that she was very nervous, but not a little excited at what might lie ahead. Ian patted and then gripped her thigh reassuringly, and told her he loved her, and that he was sure everything would be OK. Each of them settled back in the car for the short ride to Graham's apartment, deep in their own thoughts about the adventure that was about to start.

Ian was remembering how excited he had been, watching Suzanne bathing, dressing and preparing for this evening's unknown adventure. Helping her select the clothes she would wear, watching her preparations, and all the time imagining that this was for the benefit, probably, of somebody else, had been a real turn on for him. He had hardly been able to keep his hands off of Suzanne all afternoon, and had sported a resolute erection throughout the process of getting ready. As he remembered watching her, and how he had felt, his erection returned, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat to better position himself to hide it.

Suzanne, for her part, was equally excited. However, in her case the excitement was matched by an equal measure of trepidation and nervousness. Was she ready for this? Was she dressed right? What would it be like to have to deliver on the promise she had given? The promise to do as she was told, whatever that might entail. What would she be made to do? And who with? Her heart was in her mouth, and she shivered with nerves and excitement as the car pulled up outside the elegant house in which Graham Leicester maintained his town apartment.

This time, being on the correct side of the car, the driver was easily able to beat Ian to Suzanne's door, and hold it open for her to alight. As she swung her legs out of the vehicle, she couldn't help notice how his eyes were drawn to her exposed knees, and a further thrill rushed through her as she realised the effect she was able to have on the men around her.

By now, Ian had joined her, and they walked arm in arm up the stairs to the front door. Just before ringing the bell for Graham's apartment, Ian looked at her and smiled, saying, "Just remember that I love you, and will always be proud of you." Suzanne smiled nervously back.

The door buzzed in answer to their bell ringing, and a disembodied Graham's voice instructed them to come up to the apartment. They pushed through the door, and walked up the stairs to their destiny.

Graham met them at the door to his apartment, and took the time to look Suzanne up and down in a most attentive manner. "Excellent!" he said. "You look lovely, as always Suzanne."

Suzanne blushed at his blatant appraisal, and managed to stammer "Thank you Mr Leicester". He showed them in to his spacious reception room, where they found John had already arrived, but no sign of any others. John shook hands with Ian, and chastely kissed Suzanne on the cheek, and added his welcome to Graham's, also telling Suzanne how nice she looked. Graham poured drinks, Suzanne opting for a safe glass of wine rather than the cocktails that the men enjoyed, and there was a little small talk for a few minutes to settle everyone down.

Eventually, Graham cut through the chit-chat. "John, why don't you entertain Ian for a while? Suzanne and I have some business to attend to before the others arrive. Suzanne, will you come with me to my office?"

His words cut like a knife through the assembled group. Ian and Suzanne both experienced the same heart-stopping moment, followed by a rush of excitement, then exchanged a quick look where each seemed to say to the other, "Well, here it comes". Ian could not take his eyes off Suzanne as Graham, who took her wine glass from her hand as they passed the bar on their way to the door, led her from the room. The thought that he was seeing his wife being taken from him by a man who could demand anything he liked of her sprang into his mind, and added to his excitement. As the door closed behind them, John called his attention.

"Ian, I am sure she will be fine. Let me get you another drink." Ian reluctantly turned his gaze away from the door, and turned to his friend, smiling sheepishly.

Graham led Suzanne down the hall into his small, neat office. Two chairs sat near the desk, which was against one wall. He pulled one out for Suzanne and bade her sit, then occupied the other himself. They were sitting facing each other, almost knee-to-knee, with the desk to one side of them. Suzanne's colour had risen as she had been taken away from Ian. Graham looked at her carefully and then said, "Suzanne, you look a little warm. Can I get you a glass of water?"

To buy some time, and because her mouth had suddenly gone very dry, she nodded her head, and Graham left the room, quickly re-appearing with a glass of iced water, which he handed to her. After she had refreshed herself in silence, Graham said, "This will take a little time. Why don't you take off your jacket?"

Suzanne felt it sounded more like an order than an invitation, but welcomed the chance to take another minute to get her feelings back under control. "Thank you Mr Leicester" she said, as she started to wriggle out of the suit jacket. Graham reached over and helped her out of it in a perfectly gentlemanly way, but then rather openly admired the shape of her bust beneath the fine cashmere top she was wearing.

He drew his eyes away from her chest, and opened a drawer in the desk, from which he took a sheet of paper, covered in fine print. This he handed to Suzanne, asking her to read carefully through it. Suzanne started to read.

EMPLOYMENT AGREEMENT
Employment Agreement, between Graham Leicester (the "Employer") and Suzanne James (the "Employee").

1. For good consideration, the Employer employs the Employee on the following terms and conditions.

2. Term of Employment. Subject to the provisions for termination set forth below this agreement will begin on the 14th August, 2006.

3. Allowance. The Company shall pay Employee an allowance of £60,000 per year, for the services of the Employee, payable at regular payroll periods.

4. Duties and Position. The Company hires the Employee in the capacity of personal aide. The Employee's duties may be reasonably or unreasonably modified at the Employer's discretion from time to time. For a period of seven days prior to a scheduled duty, or as demanded by the Employer for unscheduled duties, the Employee shall restrain from any sexual activity with the partner of the Employee, and shall undertake such additional restrictions or preparation as may be specified from time to time by the Employer

5. Employee to Devote Full Energy to Employer. The Employee will work part time, but shall apply full attention, and full energies to the duties of the position as required by the Employer, and, during this employment, will not engage in any other extra-marital activity, save for that sanctioned, approved or directed by the Employer, regardless of whether such activity is pursued for profit, gain, or other pecuniary or personal advantage.

6. Confidentiality. Employee agrees, during or after the term of this employment, not to reveal information regarding the duties to any person, without the express advance permission of the Employer. Should Employee reveal or threaten to reveal any such information, the Employer shall be entitled to discipline the Employee in any manner the Employer so desires, without limitation, including any degree of physical punishment or restraint deemed appropriate in the sole judgement of the Employer. The right to inflict discipline is not exclusive, and the Employer may pursue any other remedies it has against the Employee for a breach or threatened breach of this condition.

7. Reimbursement of Expenses. The Employee may incur reasonable expenses for the purpose of performing the duties, including expenses for specialist clothing, personal grooming, entertainment, travel, and similar items. The Employer shall reimburse Employee for all such reasonable expenses after the Employee presents an itemized account of expenditures.

8. Vacation. The Employee shall not be entitled to any yearly vacation allowance, but shall be available at all times notified in advance by the Employer. However, between duties, the Employee shall be free to use the time as required for personal purposes.

9. Disability. In the event that the Employee cannot perform the duties because of illness or incapacity for any period, the compensation otherwise due during said illness or incapacity will be reduced, and the term of the agreement shall be extended by a similar period. The Employee's full compensation will be reinstated upon return to work. 
10. Termination of Agreement. Without cause, the Employer may terminate this agreement at any time upon 10 days' written notice to the Employee. If the Employer requests, the Employee will continue to perform her duties and may be paid her regular allowance up to the date of termination. In addition, the Employer will pay the Employee on the date of the termination a severance allowance of £100,000 less applicable taxes and other sums required to be withheld. Without cause, the Employee may terminate employment upon giving 10 days' written notice to the Employer after 90 days employment. If such notice is not given to the Employer by the 80th day of employment, this option shall be rescinded for the remaining term of the agreement. Employee may be required to perform her duties and will be paid the regular salary to date of termination but shall not receive severance allowance. Notwithstanding anything to the contrary contained in this agreement, this agreement will terminate on the 13th August, 2008, at which time a new agreement may be negotiated, or the Employer shall pay to the Employee a loyalty and completion bonus of £100,000.

11. Oral Modifications Not Binding. This instrument is the entire agreement of the Employer and the Employee. Oral changes have no effect. It may be altered only by a written agreement signed by the party against whom enforcement of any waiver, change, modification, extension, or discharge is sought.


Signed this 14th day of August 2006.


___________________________ ____________________________
Employer Employee

Suzanne lifted her eyes from the agreement. She had been surprised by the inclusion of a generous allowance, expenses and termination or loyalty payments, and for the first time, realised how seriously and professionally Graham Leicester was taking this "game" as she had been calling it in her own mind. The chillingly cold and professional terminology used in the agreement, together with the open-ended nature of the duties, and the mention of discipline, both frightened and excited her.

Graham broke the silence. "Well Suzanne, does that cover the verbal agreement that we had?"

Suzanne could only nod, and quietly whisper, "Yes Mr Leicester, it is very generous."

Graham handed her an expensive fountain pen, and indicated to her to sign the agreement. As she rested the page on the desk, and reached out with the pen, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt the most incredible rush of adrenalin course through her body as she committed to the agreement with her signature. Graham quickly countersigned, then took the contract and placed it securely in the drawer from which he had taken it. He locked the drawer, and then turned again to Suzanne.

"From this moment on, for a period of two years, unless you exercise your break clause, which I doubt, I own you Suzanne. Stand up!"

His sudden shift to this abrupt manner startled Suzanne into standing awkwardly before him, pushing the chair she had been sitting on backwards with the backs of her legs. Graham stood and pushed his own chair beneath the desk, then walked around her and moved her chair to make a larger space in the compact office. He reached out to take both her hands in his, and positioned her in the centre of the office, and then walked around her, eyeing her body and drinking in every detail of her dress, and her subtle make-up and hair style. Suzanne could not help remembering how John had made a similar appraisal of her, although much more intimately, when she wore her transparent negligee in the study in their own home only 5 days earlier.

"What underwear are you wearing Suzanne?" he demanded. Suzanne had to think for a second or two to remember; so erratic was her thinking at that time.

"I am wearing a thong Mr Leicester, and stockings and suspenders under my skirt, and a lace bra under my top." For some reason, being made to describe her underwear to this powerful man was very exciting.
"I am going to leave you for a minute or two Suzanne. When I return, I want you to have removed the bra and the thong, but otherwise to remain exactly as you are now. Is that clear?"

Suzanne nodded. "Is that clear Suzanne?" She quickly responded "Yes Mr Leicester."

Graham left the room, leaving Suzanne standing in the middle of the space, somewhat bemused, but definitely excited.




The EMT Ch. 07



After a couple of seconds, Suzanne started to hitch up her skirt awkwardly in the centre of the room, which was made difficult by the tightness of the skirt around her thighs. Eventually, she was able to reach under the skirt to pull down the sexy black thong she had put on whilst being excitedly watched by Ian earlier that evening. Unfortunately, she had made the mistake of putting on the thong prior to the stockings and suspenders, and the little panties became entangled with the suspenders. She made a mental note to always wear her panties over the suspender belt from that point on.

As she bent over and released each suspender in turn to allow the removal of her thong, before carefully re-attaching her stockings, twisting backwards and sideways to check the straightness of her seams, she was unaware of the blinking light beneath the desk, where a motion web cam was recording her actions onto Graham's hard drive.

Eventually, she had removed her panties, and stood uncertainly with them in her hand. Her purse had been left in the reception room with Ian, and she looked quickly around to see where she should put her discarded thong. Her jacket hung on the back of the door, and she quickly stepped over to it and slipped the underwear into the empty pocket.

Having resumed her place in the centre of the room, she considered the problem of her bra. The fine cashmere top would stretch and distort if she attempted to remove the bra through the sleeves, as many women can do. She had no alternative but to remove her top, then the bra, before slipping the top back over her head. She put the bra in the other pocket of her jacket and returned to the centre of the room in case Mr Leicester should return prematurely.

Removing her top had mussed her hair, and Suzanne looked around her to spot the mirror on the wall to her left. Facing it, she straightened her hair with her fingers as best as she could, before smoothing down her top. She was amazed at how clearly the shape of her breasts showed through the thin fine material of her cashmere shirt, and her excited nipples pushed at the soft material, clearly indicating her nakedness beneath. As she turned back to the front, her eyes still on her reflection in the mirror, she clearly saw the liquid motion of her breasts that the movement caused, and the little tented mounds created by her rapidly stiffening nipples. Suzanne was already starting to moisten with excitement, and for the first time that evening, wondered if that excitement too would show through the material of her skirt.

She had barely finished when Graham returned into the room. He stopped just inside the door and looked carefully at her, obviously enjoying the sight of her. His unashamed stare further excited Suzanne as she wondered what was to come next.

Before he spoke, she heard the door buzzer sound from the hall, and the muffled sound of voices speaking into the intercom.

"That will be the others arriving," said Graham. "You look fabulous like that Suzanne. You have an excellent figure and perfect breasts. Please desist from wearing a bra at all times when performing your duties for me, unless of course, one is necessitated by your costume or other requirements."

Suzanne nodded, then quickly added "Yes Mr Leicester", before he could rebuke her as before.

"Your duties are to be light this evening Suzanne. You will help me host my little get-together until my guests have all left. You will be introduced as my new personal aide, and follow all orders that I give you to the letter. You should be aware that certain of my guests know the true nature of your duties and services, and others have no idea. I will leave you to guess for yourself, which are in which camp. Of course, they all do know you as Ian's wife. You will respond to all my guests as politely and as respectfully as possible, whatever happens. Ian will be going home before you do. At the end of the evening, there is a little matter of some unfinished business with John to dispose of. Do you understand, I'm sure you do?"

Suzanne took all this in, and her breath quickened at the various implications of his little speech. She had learned already that she should answer him when asked a question, and responded "Yes Mr Leicester", remembering also his instructions to her in the car on Friday evening, where he had said that she should always address him in that way. Graham nodded satisfied, and then led her from the office and back into the main reception room. Suzanne was acutely aware of the bounce of her breasts as she walked, and the consequent friction of the soft cashmere against her already excited nipples, which added to their already erect state.

Whilst Suzanne had been in the office with Graham, Ian and John had remained in the main room. They each found it impossible not to refer to what was happening, and John had broken the ice by tentatively stating that it was "good to see Suzanne again", in an echo of the conversation and double entendre that they had both enjoyed at work the previous week. The innocent statement struck Ian like a bolt, and made him fully realise what was happening. His pulse raced, and his mouth was dry as he smiled at John, and replied, "This is really weird, but really exciting too. I can't help myself, and I know Suzanne is also very excited by the situation. I wonder what they are doing?"

Ian's honest and open question encouraged John to venture into more intimate conversation, and they returned to discussing the events of the previous week, John extolling the beauty and sexiness of Suzanne, and Ian revelling in having this intimate conversation with his friend whilst his wife was cloistered in another room with her "owner" doing who knows what. The whole situation was as exciting as he dared hope it would be, and he began to hope that Suzanne's duties would indeed commence this very evening.

When the doorbell had sounded, they'd broken off their private conversation, and John, who seemed to know the apartment well, had identified the visitors, and buzzed them in. The whole of the EMT then entered into the reception room, with the exception of Graham, who was still busy with Suzanne, and both Ian and John were kept busy with mixing drinks and welcoming the new guests on Graham's behalf. Ian glanced around the room and ticked off the EMT, proud to think that he was now about to be announced as one of them.

With the exception of Graham, who was unofficially CEO, there were 6 members of the group without the two newbies. Karen Guilbert was there as VP – Human Resources; Peter King, VP – Engineering; Karl Soloman - Company Secretary and Treasurer; Steve Clifton – Director of Finance; and finally Neville Marsh – VP Marketing. Ken Reid, whose precipitous retirement had created the vacancy for Ian on the EMT had been VP – Sales, and was absent. Both Ian and John knew that their appointment was just the beginning of silly-season, and the Board's decision over juggling managers and confirmation of posts was expected later that week.

As soon as everyone had a drink in their hands, and had said hello to each other, the room fell silent as Graham led Suzanne into the room. She looked about her feeling like a frightened rabbit, but trying desperately to look confident and at ease, walking into this group of relative strangers, with her braless breasts clearly drawing the attention of the whole room.

Ian's mouth fell open slightly, and he had to make a conscious effort to stop his tongue falling out as he looked at the transformation that had taken place in his beautiful wife by the simple expedient of removing her jacket and bra. What had been a sexy, but reasonable conservative outfit was transformed into a very much more obvious statement, and she certainly caught the attention of the men, as well as the other woman, in the room. Before anything could be said, however, Graham claimed their attention.

"Good evening everyone, and thank you for making such efforts to be here this evening. As you know, we are here to welcome John and Ian to the team, and I'd like us all to drink to their continuing success, and to our mutual continuing success at Ruler Electronics."

Everyone raised their glasses, and Graham, ever the gentleman, handed Suzanne her glass of wine which was still standing on the bar where he had left it, so that she could join in the toast to John and Ian. There were congratulations all round, and raised glasses, and smiles and welcomes, when Graham spoke again.

"What many of you don't know," he said, pulling Suzanne to stand closer to him, and then ostentatiously putting his arm around her waist in what Ian thought was an obvious signal of ownership, "is that we are also here to welcome Ian's wife Suzanne," here he smiled at her, "who has accepted a position as my personal aide in a part time capacity. She will have a number of responsibilities, and I will use her obvious talents where and when I see fit in support of the Company's goals".

As the assembled company again raised their glasses, and under the cover of their verbal toasts, Graham whispered to Suzanne in a voice that only she could hear, "Pull back your shoulders." Suzanne immediately complied as she returned the toasts by drinking from her own glass, and pulling her shoulders back in a way that showed some of her obvious talents to their very best advantage. Graham proudly continued.
"This evening is a perfect opportunity, not only for us to congratulate John and Ian, but for us all to get to know Suzanne a little better, and for her to find out a little more about us. Now, speeches over please enjoy yourselves."

As the small crowd relaxed into conversation, Graham took Suzanne aside and told her she was to spend the next hour mixing with everyone, but that she was not to speak to Ian until he signalled that it was OK to do so. He also reminded her to keep her shoulders back, and to be polite to everyone she spoke to. Then, with a little push, he sent her on her way, and he headed directly to Ian and John who were still standing side-by-side.

The others had broken up into two small groups, with Karen Guilbert already in deep conversation with Steve Clifton regarding Ken Reid's pension arrangements. Peter, Karl and Neville were in a small group chatting in a friendly manner, and it was this group that Suzanne headed towards, with the eyes of Ian watching her carefully, until he was interrupted by Graham's arrival.

"Doesn't she look stunning Ian?" asked Graham as he joined John and Ian. All three of them looked over to where she was welcomed by the three men, who made room for her to join them. She shook hands with each of them, and they started their own little conversation, Suzanne definitely the centre of attention.

Ian was insanely jealous that she had gone to them rather than come over to speak to him, but he had to admire the way she looked. Her shoulders were back, her chest thrust forwards, and her nipples were clearly hard, making not so little bumps in the front of her top. He took a drink, and reluctantly took his eyes off his wife to turn to Graham.

"She looks fabulous Sir" said Ian, and then wondered why he had suddenly called Graham Sir. He shrugged it off – Graham had just played the role of CEO with his little introduction, and didn't seem to notice anyway.

"We have satisfactorily conducted our arrangements. I'm sure Suzanne will tell you all the details later when she gets home" said Graham. Ian couldn't help noticing that Graham had said when "she gets home" rather that when "you get home", and his cock twitched in his pants at the potential meaning. He couldn't prevent his eyebrows flying up in an unspoken question.

"Ah yes, I should have said" continued Graham, "You will be going home without Suzanne later on. I have some little duties for her to perform for me that will keep her here an hour or two longer than you will be able to stay. We'll make sure that she gets safely home before 1:00 am." 

Again, Ian couldn't help notice the use of "we" rather than "I", and his prick again jerked in anticipation. But Graham hadn't quite finished.

"John, I assume you are free to stay and help us for a while?"

John looked nervously at Ian, and seeing the flush that rose to his cheeks, turned to Graham and responded, "Of course Graham. I am at your disposal."
With that, Graham departed and went off to join Karen and Steve, with whom he was soon engrossed as if nothing unusual had happened. Ian, however, felt his burning cheeks, and the delicious dichotomy of being extremely jealous and insanely excited at the same time. Graham had just as good as told him that John was going to be allowed to fuck his wife this evening, and Ian was not to be present, and would have to sit at home waiting for Suzanne to come home to him. The whole idea was delicious and wicked and frustrating and exciting.

Again, John broke the ice between them.

"I'm sorry Ian. I had no idea that was coming. Are you all right."

Ian looked at his friend, and forced a smile. "I am fine John. I can't explain how I feel, except that this is exactly what we wanted. It's just now that it is happening; the emotions I'm feeling are so powerful, that I sometimes don't know how I'll react. I can tell you, that knowing what I know now is going to make this a very long evening for me."

John nodded his understanding, and the two, at Ian's insistence, resumed their earlier intimate conversation, although now with a much sharper edge than previously.

Meanwhile, Suzanne was meeting and getting to know the three men she had started chatting to. She was very conscious of their eyes drinking her in, which continued to ramp up her excitement; she had always loved being the centre of attention. As she chatted easily with them, she was also thinking of Graham's words in the little office. "You should be aware that certain of my guests know the true nature of your duties and services, and others have no idea", and she couldn't help wondering if any of these three were aware. Again, not knowing excited her immensely, and she studied them carefully for any signs or hints.

When Peter went to refill their drinks, she was left alone for a couple of minutes with Karl and Neville, who were standing either side of her, each standing very close. As she turned her attention towards Neville for a moment, she felt Karl step even closer, and the back of his hand holding his glass came into contact with the skin of her arm beneath the short sleeve of her top. She was acutely aware of his touch, and when he did nothing to move his hand away, she started to think that maybe he did know the true nature of her relationship with Graham. Nothing else happened, although Karl continued to press against her arm until Peter returned with the drinks. Suzanne also became aware of Graham watching her closely, and she again thrust her shoulders back, a move that caught the attention of her three companions.

At a signal from Graham with his eyes, Suzanne excused herself from this group, who were reluctant to let her go, and headed over to where Graham was standing with Karen and Steve. Graham introduced her, and Suzanne, standing properly erect and as instructed, said how pleased she was to meet them. Karen responded by saying, "I am so looking forward to working with you, and finding out more about you." It was delivered in such a way as to make Suzanne pay more attention to Karen, who she had not taken much notice of to this point.

Karen looked about 50 years old, was plumply attractive without being more than a couple of pounds overweight, and had nice friendly eyes and a warm smile. She made a point of coming close to Suzanne, and kissing her on both cheeks as she welcomed her to the group, and went on to say, "You look absolutely lovely Suzanne. I am so glad to have another woman I can talk to amongst these barbarian men."

And so the get-together went on. Food was served, consisting of small nibbles and finger food, and Suzanne was recruited into passing among the small group offering the various dishes. She was also required to refill glasses and pour wine. Ian was at times left on his own as John and the others circulated, although never for very long. Some of the others would quickly spot him and come over to chat, and groups were constantly shifting and changing in dynamics and size. However, Suzanne came nowhere near him all evening, but remained the popular, sexy and attractive centre of attention in whichever group she was at the time. 

Ian noticed that she was always under the watchful eye of Graham, and he only had to lift one eyebrow and she would immediately thrust her shoulders back to display her breasts again to their best advantage. At one point, she was alone in a corner with Karl, and Ian clearly saw Karl surreptitiously put his hand on her ass when he thought no one could see. Suzanne did nothing to make him stop, and he stood for a good few seconds, gently fondling Suzanne's bum through her skirt. But the most exciting thing for Ian, was on the several occasions that Graham would join the group in which Suzanne stood, and standing next to her, would put his arm around her waist, or on her shoulder, or, on one occasion, stand with his hand on her ass, blatantly and proprietarily, as if Suzanne were his wife, and not Ian's. On these occasions, Ian felt the most exciting combination of humiliation and sexual tension, and when, whilst Graham had his hand on her ass, Steve looked over at Ian quizzically, this humiliation was even further compounded.

Eventually, at about 10:30 the party started to break up, and people drifted away after saying their goodbyes. The men all made a point of kissing Suzanne as they left, some reaching around her and pulling her to them for a hug as well as a chaste kiss. Karl allowed his hand to accidentally brush her breast, across her nipple as he reached for her, which Ian noted with a flash of interest and excitement. Finally, all that were left were Graham, Ian, John and Suzanne.

Graham pulled out a chair from under a gate table standing against the wall, and spoke to Suzanne, "You have been standing all night Suzanne, and you must be exhausted. Take a seat." She gratefully accepted, although it sounded more of an order than an offer, and as she sat, she crossed one leg over the other, as women tend to do. Graham moved behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and bent down to speak in her ear in a voice that was clearly audible to the other two men, "That's not the way to sit Suzanne, uncross your legs and part your knees slightly."

Suzanne immediately did as she was ordered, which act was carefully watched by both Ian and John. Still with his hands upon her shoulders, Graham looked up at Ian. "Ian, it is time for you to go home. Suzanne will be perfectly safe with us, and she will be home before 1:00 am. My driver is waiting downstairs to take you home, and will pick up Ms Pyrford when he drops you off. I suggest that you wait up for Suzanne to come home, I'm sure you will have plenty to talk about. We will see you in the office tomorrow at around 10:00 am." 

As he said this, Ian watched in amazement as Graham's right hand slipped from Suzanne's shoulder and slid slowly and deliberately down her front until his hand cupped her breast. He then nonchalantly gripped her nipple between thumb and finger, through the material of her top, and squeezed it hard enough to make Suzanne whince and close her eyes.

"Go Ian" was Graham's demand, and thus dismissed, he turned and walked out into the hall, with a raging hard-on and a sick feeling in his stomach, the sight of Graham Leicester's hand on his lovely wife's breast filling his mind, 

Two minutes later, he was in the car being driven home, and wondering what was happening to his wife Suzanne. He felt totally humiliated by being dismissed in such a way, but wouldn't have changed places with anyone in the world.




The EMT Ch. 08



As John recovered from this epic and first sexual experience with Suzanne, the enormity of the event started to impress itself on the mind of Suzanne. Ian was at home waiting for her; wondering what she was doing or being made to do. She had just committed adultery for the first time in her married life, with her husband's best friend and colleague; someone he would see at work the next morning, and who would, she knew, tease Ian with having fucked his wife. She was filled with his sperm, already starting to leak from her gaping pussy as his erection subsided, and coating the inside of her thighs, staining the tops of her stockings. Worse, she had done it because Graham Leicester had told her to. She suddenly realised that she was far more possessed by Graham Leicester, far more submissive to him, than she had ever intended to be. Even in the post-coital wind-down to her very satisfying orgasm, she derived pleasure from doing what he demanded, from pleasing him, from being his to command, and she knew that the next time he commanded her, she would do exactly as he ordered. She was powerless to resist. She admitted to herself, reluctantly, that if he ordered her to abandon her husband and daughter, never to see them again, she must do as he asked, and she knew she would be excited whilst doing it.

The door opened, and Graham Leicester re-entered the room.

THE EMT Chapter Eight

As Suzanne was being tutored by Graham Leicester, and used, at his command, by John, John's best friend and Suzanne's adoring husband, Ian, was alone at home. He had checked on Emma, and had released Ms Pyrford the baby-sitter, who had been quickly whisked away by the ubiquitous company car and chauffeur, and now he sat on the sofa in the study, the room just inside the front door of their house, with a rather large glass of whiskey in his hand.

He still felt humiliated and hurt at the manner of his dismissal from Graham Leicester's apartment. But this was countered by the intense excitement that he felt at the knowledge that his lovely and precious wife was at that moment probably betraying him, and being used by Graham and John.

He nervously got up again, for the fifth or sixth time in half an hour, and paced to the window to look anxiously out into the street for any sign of Suzanne's return. Even as he did this, he reminded himself that it was far too early for her to come home, and his mind ran again with visions of his lovely wife being made available for his friends and work colleagues to use as they wished.

Restlessly, he left the window, gulped at his scotch, then walked over to the desk in the corner of the study, and switched the computer on. Whilst it booted up, he looked at the picture of Suzanne on the wall above the desk; she looked sweet and demure in the photo he had taken during their honeymoon. Her hair was bleached by the Californian sun, and her skin was bronzed and healthy looking. She had smiled at him across the table in the Red Lobster they had discovered for the first time at the end of their second week, and he had snapped one of his favourite pictures of her across the remains of their dinner lying on the table. He remembered the fun they had had that evening; drinking margaritas, the huge plates of fun seafood, the totally unpretentious restaurant; and the young waiter that had taken such a shine to Suzanne and that they had teased so unmercifully.

Now, he thought, Suzanne was being used, and probably abused, in unknown and unthought-of ways only a few miles away, whilst he waited for her to return; nervous with excitement, almost shaking in anticipation of her return, and restless with the conflict of his own emotions.

The Windows opening fanfare claimed his attention, and he mechanically logged on to the computer as he mused further on the developments that had led them to this situation.

He noted new e-mails in his work mail address, and clicked disinterestedly into his in-box, glad of any distraction that would help him pass the time until Suzanne's return. Amongst a few routine mails was one from Karl Solomon, Company Treasurer and Secretary, who he had last seen with his hand on Suzanne's ass at Graham's soiree. The mail was just a few minutes old; he clicked it open, his interest rising.

"Ian,

Sorry we didn't get chance to talk much this evening, but C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S young man, I am delighted that you are joining us at the helm of good old Ruler Electronics as we attempt to steer the old girl into the bright future. I am sure that we will be jointly successful; and your promotion is very well deserved.

Your wife looked absolutely stunning tonight, and I just know that it is going to be a real pleasure to work with you both in the future. I am so looking forward to getting to know her better over the coming weeks – and I know that Graham has a little project in mind for her to work on with me that will ease my burden immensely. From what I saw of her this evening, I already know what an asset she is, and how much in demand her services are likely to be, so I feel privileged that Graham has offered her to me before she gets too intimately involved in things elsewhere in the company. Please thank her for being so charming this evening, and be sure to tell her when you see her how much I look forward to starting our project together over the next few days.


Congratulations again, and welcome to the team,

Karl."

As Ian read through the mail, and then re-read it more carefully, the double meanings, the careful choice of words, the clear (to him) hidden meanings of the message inflamed his already ardent passion, and his erection pressed painfully against his trousers. He sat down at the desk and closed the message, and lowered his head into his hands as he thought again of the implications of his handing over his letter to Graham Leicester.

After a few minutes, Ian returned his attention to the screen, cleaned out a few e-mails, and marked a couple more for action in the morning. All the time, the knowledge that Suzanne was at that moment alone with Graham and John, that she had apparently been promised already to Karl, and that he and his wife were committed to doing exactly as they were told for the next 90 days at least, worked on his imagination. 

Ian was finding being excluded from whatever was going on both difficult to deal with, and also intensely exciting. It was a feeling he had felt only once before in his life, and the sudden remembrance of it brought a flush to his cheek. 

He had been very young, about 6 or 7 years old, and on holiday with his family at a campsite on the South Coast. They had spent a pleasant evening at the entertainment centre on the campsite, and were walking back to their chalet, late at night. Ian remembered the scene vividly; his parents walking on ahead with his brother and sister, and he lagging a little behind the others. In his pocket was his holiday spending money that had been saved on his behalf and given to him at the very start of the trip. It was the first time he ever remembered being trusted with looking after his own money, and he felt grown up and proud. 

As he had played with the cash in his pocket, enjoying the feel of the change tumbling through his fingers, pulling out from his pocket handfuls of the large dull coins, he had dropped one, which clinked heavily on the pavement and rolled into the neatly mown grass which fronted the holiday chalets they were passing. He had stopped to retrieve the coin, looking for it in the shade of the grass in the warm darkness of the still evening, when for some unknown reason, he had thought of the pleasure that would be experienced by some unknown other child, stumbling across the find in the morning. The thought was a pleasant one to the young Ian, and he had stopped his search, and run forward a few paces to be close to the rest of his family again before he thought about what he was doing.

As he carried on behind them, leaving the coin behind, and thinking about the unknown boy who would it, he experienced his first conscious erection. The pleasant feeling of tightness in his groin that he sometimes experienced unexpectedly when climbing a rope, and the swelling of his young undeveloped penis in his shorts, were surprising and delightful reactions that came back to the grown-up Ian with amazing clarity as he remembered the event for the first time in many years.

Ian remembered how his young self, in an effort to maintain these pleasant and novel feelings, had deliberately let coins slip through his fingers onto the grass as he continued walking behind his family, not daring to let them fall on the pavement lest the noise alert his parents and break the magic spell that he had discovered by accident. By the time that they reached their own chalet, Ian remembered, all of his money was gone, and he didn't regret losing any of it.

What had happened the next morning when his father had discovered that Ian had lost all his money, the grown Ian could not remember. But the feelings he had experienced that warm summer night, as he deliberately threw away his precious money, Ian could now recall as if it were yesterday. In recalling those feelings, he was surprised to recognize them as being similar to how he felt now about his wife, whom he really did love and cherish, and who was at that instant being enjoyed to the delight of his friend and work colleague.

Ian looked again at the clock on the wall. It was a little after 11:45 pm, and just over one hour since he had left Suzanne at Graham's apartment. Worse, it was still over an hour before the time that Graham had committed to get Suzanne back to him. Remembering his juvenile feelings, excited by the conflicting emotions within him, and desperate to fill the time until her return, Ian re-opened the mail from Karl and hit the reply button. He had to do something to be involved in what was happening, and this was his only current option. He began to craft a reply.

Meanwhile, Suzanne lay face down on the chair, still trying to catch her breath from the frenetic coupling with John, as Graham Leicester closed the door behind him and walked into the room.

John, who was still lying across Suzanne's back, his now limp cock slipping out of her sticky sex, turned away and rose from her as soon as he realised that Graham was back in the room. He reached for his trousers, which had slipped to his ankles during their activities, and quickly pulled them up before turning back towards Graham.

Graham's eyes were on Suzanne, taking in every detail of the beads of sweat across her upper lip and lower back, of the combined juices of their sex session seeping from her and leaving a sticky trail down her inner thighs, to her stocking tops. With a motion of his hand, he instructed her to remain where she was, which stilled her attempts to rise, and stopped the words that had been forming in John's throat. Suzanne relaxed back onto the chair seat and returned Graham's gaze through lowered eyelids, eager for some sign from him that she had pleased him.

Now Graham beckoned John to leave the room, which he did wordlessly after picking up his remaining clothes, and a few seconds later Suzanne heard him leaving by the front door as Graham continued to walk around her, taking in the lewd tableau before him.

When he had walked right around her, and stood again close to her head, between her and the door, her eyes were level with his groin, and she could see his growing excitement before her, only inches away. He reached out and placed his right hand on her naked buttock, allowing his fingertips to reach between the cheeks of her ass, then sliding his hand down and over the curve of her backside until his fingertips encountered the sticky wetness of her cunt.

Her lower body jerked as he came into contact with her sensitive lips, and her breath was coming in short gasps and pants with the excitement of having him look at her; touch her. As he continued to caress her, he started to talk to her in his soft, quiet voice.

"This has been quite a night for you Suzanne, and you have done well."

Her eyes closed in pleasure and pride at his praise, and as she revelled in the sensations he was creating with his fingers.

"There will be many other occasions when you will serve me." She gasped at his words, and a lascivious shudder ran through her at the thought.

"Have you enjoyed your first experience?" he asked softly, and she murmured her reply, smiling with pleasure.

Without warning, his hand left her ass, rose quickly into the air, and then descended quickly in a sharp stinging slap to her ass cheek, banging the side of her face against the chair seat, and causing her to jump with the shock and pain of his blow. Her eyes opened wide with the suddenness of his attack, and the blood rushed to her ass to form a red mark on her creamy skin in the shape of his hand.

"Have you enjoyed your first experience Suzanne?" he repeated, more firmly this time. Now she was awake to his question, and nodding her head furiously, replied.

"Yes thank you Mr Leicester."

His hand returned to her bottom, his fingers gently tracing the small welt that had risen at the edge of the mark left by his slapping hand, before he softly placed his hand over the mark, and then slid it around to continue the caressing of her still gaping pussy.

As he caressed her, he continued to talk.

"You are to be attentive at all times Suzanne, paying the proper marks of respect to me and to anyone else I say. Any lapse in your concentration could lead to an undesirable consequence for me or for the company, which cannot be allowed. Any future failures to meet the appropriate standards will be severely and immediately punished until you have learnt this important lesson."

"Yes Mr Leicester." Suzanne couldn't understand how the painful stinging of her ass and the excitement that she was feeling could possibly be connected, but they undoubtedly were. She wanted him to slip his fingers inside her, to feel the evidence of her own excitement, and of John's strong orgasm within her. Instead, he continued to play with her lips with a light and frustrating touch.

His left hand reached beneath her and cupped her breast, which hung beneath her torso, still full and shapely on her young toned body, her sensitive nipples still erect from her excitement. She moaned quietly at his touch, enjoying the warmth of his hand against her skin. As he pinched her nipple, gently, the sensation added to the pleasure she was getting from the fingers of his other hand, as they rippled across and within the folds of her still sensitive pussy.

Reaching forward to caress her breasts had brought his crotch even closer to her face, the swelling of his cock beneath his trousers now almost touching her nose, and she moved her face forwards slightly to feel his hardness against her cheek. She desperately wanted to please this man who had taught her how to give herself over to the wanton feelings that had hitherto been buried within her. She started to nuzzle at his erection, enjoying the feeling of the hardness of his rubbery cock as it pressed the coarse material of his trousers against her lips.

"You take liberties Suzanne!" he stated quietly, as he stepped back slightly, withdrawing himself from the contact she needed so badly. "If you want something, you must learn to ask properly for it. Kneel down."

His hands left her body, and she ached for his touch, but she pushed herself from the chair and knelt as he had showed her, a look of disappointment on her beautiful face.

She remembered to spread her legs, to clasp her hands behind her back, forcing them down as far as she could, thrusting her breasts out and forwards, whilst her head dropped into the position that left her feeling so exposed and submissive.

"Now, Suzanne, learn this lesson well. If you want to do something, you must ask politely. If you want to suck my cock, you must ask my permission to do so. I may or may not let you do it."

Suzanne, her head still bowed, couldn't believe his self-control and audacity. She was used to being the object of desire for the men around her, of their wanting her, and being prepared to work hard for the slightest favour she might grant them. Here was this man saying that she must demean herself, beg for his attention. It was an alien position for her to be in. She didn't think that she would ever be able to ask, to beg, to be allowed to do what so many men would dream of her doing.

Her head bowed, his feet in her sight line, his legs immediately in front of her, and aware of the proximity of his unexplored cock, just inches from her face, Suzanne wanted to show him what she could do. But to do so would require her swallowing her pride, and asking to be allowed to do it, with the very real possibility of rejection. She already felt humiliated. The thought of his rejecting her if she asked his permission made her almost retch, but excited her beyond anything that had aroused her thus far.

She needed contact with this man. She swallowed the saliva that had sprung into her mouth, and swallowed what little pride he had left within her. In a quiet, almost silent voice, she asked, "Please. Please Mr Leicester. Please may I suck your cock?"

She waited breathlessly for his response, dreading his refusal.

"Now you may suck it Suzanne." His permission brought an inexplicable wave of gratitude to her heart, and she realised that life as Graham Leicester's assistant was going to be a roller coaster of emotions. In just a few seconds, she had experienced excitement, disbelief, humility, anguish and gratitude. Now she felt excitement again, and curiosity, and she reached her hands up to his crotch, and slid them sensuously across the bulge of his erection, enjoying the feel of his hardness and the heaviness of his cock beneath his clothing.

Her fingers moved reluctantly from his manhood to his zipper, and slowly pulled it down, before her hand snaked into his pants, and curled around the hardness she found within, twisting and pulling and coaxing his erection from his pants. All this was done silently and deliberately, with her head still bowed.

As his cock sprang free from the confines of his clothes, she stroked it sensuously with her hand wrapped loosely around it, as if to celebrate its release. As it unfurled in her hand, she marvelled at its unseen length and girth; it felt large, larger than any other she had experienced.

Slowly, she brought her head up, her little button nose rubbing the underside of his cock, and her tongue extending, to lick the underside of his penis from the base to the bottom of its bulbous head in one slow, sexy slide. Then she pulled her head back to admire his weapon, grasping it at the base, and gazing intently at his manhood, taking in every detail of the engorged veins that pulsed strongly beneath the fine smooth skin before her eyes. He stood impassively before her as she studied him, hands on hips, watching her looking greedily at his cock.

After a few seconds, she pulled his head down towards her mouth, and closed her eyes in pleasure as she opened her mouth and pulled the swollen head of his cock into her mouth, closing her lips around him just beneath the head.

Even with just the mushroom head of his cock in her mouth, her mouth felt full of him, and she wondered at his power and virility. Slowly, she started to slide the rest of him into her mouth, her tongue savouring his glans, and the first few inches of his length slid slowly and easily into her mouth, until it met resistance at the back of her throat. She had barely taken half his length.

She pulled back, her cheeks drawing in as his length left her mouth, feeling the smooth skin glide over his hardness beneath, until just the head was left in her mouth. And then she started to repeat the process, he standing perfectly still, she using her head, drawing it back and forth, sliding as much of him as she could into her, and then allowing him to slip out again to the head. She set up a steady rhythm, back and forth with her head, and then added the steady back and forth of her hand around the base and bottom half of his cock, wanking and sucking him in unison.




The EMT Ch. 08



As her head moved forwards to take him in, and as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, it hit harder with each stroke, until it was starting to press against and into the neck of her throat with each stroke. Suzanne wanted to demonstrate to him how much she could take, but she was unsure if she could take all of him; she had never taken a cock so large and so long. Still she determined to do her best for her new boss and Master, and she relaxed her throat enough to allow the head to start to penetrate on each swallowing stab.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, Suzanne paused slightly at the end of one such stab, and then, forcing her head forwards even more, felt the whole head of his cock pass the entrance to her throat, down into her neck. She gagged, but kept it there; paused and then took more of him into her, until her nose pressed up against his pubic hair, and she had taken the whole of him into her.

Her throat ached and gagged against the intrusion, and her lungs cried for air, but she kept him in her and stroked slowly back and forwards on him without allowing him to slip from the tight constriction of her throat. Finally, she could hold him no longer, and she was forced to slide his hardness out of her mouth, drool spilling down her chin, and gasping for breath. She looked up into his eyes.

"Very good Suzanne, that will become easier."

As he looked at her, she continued to slide her hand up and down the length of his cock, feeling the wetness from her own mouth and throat coating the last third of him, and spreading it over his length. Having recovered her breath, she went again to take him in her mouth, but he pulled away from her, and quickly pushed his erection back inside his pants, zipping up his trousers with a finality that left her frustrated and disappointed.

"It is time for you to go home Suzanne, Ian will be very concerned and eager to see you."

At that point in time, Suzanne cared less about Ian and more about satisfying Graham Leicester, and her disappointment at not being able to continue showed clearly on her face. She pouted, and just stopped herself from making some petulant comment when she saw anger rising in the face of her Master.

"You must learn, Suzanne, that you are not here for your pleasure, but for mine. I will decide when we start and stop, I will decide what we do or don't do, and you are not to challenge my authority by any word or action. Is that clear?"

Her head dropped again as she turned from his gaze, and she could only respond, meekly, "Yes Mr Leicester".

"You are to go home, my driver will take you. Ian will want to know all about your adventures this evening, and on this occasion you may tell him. Leave nothing out. Now, pull on your skirt and top and straighten your hair."

Suzanne complied, feeling his eyes watching her as she pulled her tight skirt over her still sticky thighs, feeling dirtier in her skirt than she had without it. She pulled her soft cashmere top over her head, and straightened it over her hips, then turned to a mirror on the wall and straightened her hair as best she could with her fingers, conscious of his careful study of her throughout. Her stockings and shoes had never been removed, but she straightened her stockings to remove wrinkles and align the seams, and then picked up her purse. She never saw her bra, thong or suit jacket again. Graham took her by the arm, and led her to the waiting car without saying another word. Just as the car was about to pull away, he leaned in at the open window, thrust a card in her hand, and said, "Be here at noon tomorrow. Don't be late."

The car pulled off from the kerb, and she looked back to see the mysterious and enigmatic Graham Leicester walking back up the stairs into his apartment building.

Ian sat back in the office chair and re-read the reply he had composed to Karl Solomon's e-mail.

"Dear Karl,

Many thanks for your kind e-mail. I certainly feel privileged and honoured to have been selected for membership of the EMT after so short a period of time with the company. It is both flattering and rewarding to have been asked to join such a demonstrably successful team after so short an acquaintance. 

I too am sorry that we had little opportunity to talk together earlier this evening, although my mind was in such a whirl at the rapid progress of events, that I fear I would have been able to make little sense in any case. Perhaps it is better that we talk when we can in the office, after I have had a chance to come to terms with my changing circumstances and status.

At least you were able to see something of Suzanne, and get to know her a little better during the evening – I did notice the two of you chatting at one point, and it looked like you were getting on together fine. Your upcoming project sounds very exciting, and I am sure that Suzanne, in her new role, will give it her all, to your total satisfaction. I know better than any what a remarkably talented and resourceful lady she is, and I am sure that she will want to make a good impression in her first assignments in the company.

I will certainly pass on your good wishes and message to Suzanne when she returns – she stayed behind at Graham's to help with some little matter, and I expect her home soon.

Thanks again for your e-mail, and I look forward to seeing you in the office tomorrow,

Kind regards,

Ian"

Writing the response, crafting the words and the hidden meanings, had occupied Ian for some time, and kept his passion at a keen level whilst he had been waiting for Suzanne's return. Letting Karl know that she was with Graham at that very moment had added to Ian's excitement, and he was really enjoying the game that he thought he and Karl were playing – writing perfectly innocent prose capable of many alternative interpretations. As he pressed the 'Send' button, his attention was attracted by the sound and headlights of a car through the window at the front of his study.

He rushed to the window, just in time to see Suzanne alight from the same company car, with the same chauffeur that had dropped Ian off a couple of hours before. His heart started to race, and he had time to notice that she was still braless and jacketless as he rushed from the study to the front door to welcome her home.

As he held the front door open for her, looking enquiringly into her face, the car had already pulled away as she walked past him into the hall, straight through to the kitchen, where she started to pour herself a much needed drink. As Ian closed the door and followed her down the hallway, he could clearly smell the scent of sex from her, and his erection, already painful, swelled again in anticipation and lust for his delightfully decadent wife.

When he reached the kitchen and was able to see her properly, he noted her slightly dishevelled appearance, the erectness of her nipples, and the smell of her grew stronger.

After she had taken a long pull from her drink, she turned to him and smiled nervously, unable to break the silence that existed between them. Ian was first to speak.

"Are you OK?" he asked in a concerned tone of voice.

Suzanne nodded, then looked sheepishly at him, before responding. "Yes, I'm fine. What about you, are you OK?"

Ian nodded back, unable to speak through a mixture of emotion and excitement and anticipation. He silently walked up to her, put his arms around her and pulled her to him, when her head rested on his shoulder, and her own arms crept around his back and hugged him back.

"Let's go upstairs," she said, "I need a shower".

They walked hand-in-hand up the stairs to their bedroom, and Suzanne made to go into the bathroom when Ian held her back. "Not yet!" he said, "I want you just as you are."

Now it was her turn to look quizzically at him, but he nodded, and continued. "I've been so excited waiting for you, felt so alone without you, not knowing what has been going on. I don't know why, but it would make me feel more a part of it if you didn't shower until later."

They both sank on to the bed, and Suzanne kicked off her shoes and turned to Ian. He reached out and cupped her breast, as he had seen Graham do when he had been summarily dismissed from the apartment. His heart in his mouth, he managed to croak out, "Tell me what happened."

And Suzanne started to tell him.

She got as far as telling him how Graham had made her stand, and instructed her how to stand in the correct way, when Ian asked her to demonstrate for him. As she stood at the side of the bed and adopted the position she had been taught, Ian had to remove his trousers to relieve the pressure on his straining erection. She repeated all of Graham's instructions for Ian, as he lay back on the bed, unable to resist stroking himself as she described how she had been made to bend over and spread her legs.

When she explained how John sat in the chair and watched as Graham instructed her how to kneel, Ian groaned with his excitement, imagining the scene.

It was all Ian could do to prevent himself from coming when Suzanne told him how Graham had ordered her to strip off her outer clothes in front of the two men. He asked her to show him how she had done it, and she wriggled out of her skirt and top for him, in an echo of how she had done the same a couple of hours earlier.

As she stood before him, nearly nude except for the stockings and suspender belt that he had made her wear, Ian looked at his wife carefully. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, and he could see the stains on her inner thighs and stocking tops, and her pussy lips were swollen and reddened from the abuse they had received. In her dishevelled and used condition, the thought occurred to him that his wife had never looked lovelier or more inviting.

By now, Ian was nude himself on the bed, and he asked Suzanne to turn around slowly in front of him, the better to remember how she looked at this moment. As she complied, and slowly turned around, he sucked in his breath when he saw the angry red mark on her buttock in the shape of a man's hand. The clear evidence of someone else's abuse of his wife was almost too much for him, and he pulled her to him and ran his hand over the scar of her slap, feeling the slightly raised skin.

He turned her round and lay her on the bed, on her back, her legs dangling over the edge, and traced a route across her breasts and down her flat stomach, making her shiver with his light caress. As his fingers passed through her pubic hair, she willingly opened her legs for him, and he felt the sticky wetness of her as he slid his fingers down the length of her pussy.

"What happened next?" he asked, and as he slid two, and then three fingers into her, she told him how she had been left with John and ordered to take care of him as a reward by Graham. She didn't hold back, and explained in detail how she had felt, offering herself to John at Graham's command. She recounted to Ian how John had made her suck him, and had rubbed his hard cock across her face, even slapping her with the heavy meat, before telling her to bend over and slipping his cock into her own hungry pussy.

As she described this to Ian, her own passions mounting with the remembrance, he spread her legs further, stood between them, and fed his own engorged erection into her again willing slit. She was wetter, stickier, more accommodating of him than he had ever remembered before, and as he slid his entire length into her, he thought of John doing the same; thought of John's sperm that was even now slicking the passage of his own cock into his wife's willing cunt.

Ian picked up her legs and lifted them over his shoulders, and started to slide effortlessly into and out of her passage. She continued to describe how John had fucked her bent over a chair, until the energy of their lovemaking stopped her words, and the two of them fucked, unable to talk any more.

Ian looked down at his wife as he continued to fuck her. Her eyes were closed, lost in the passion of the moment, her soft blond hair spread out across the bed beneath her head, her tongue extended licking her upper lip as she revelled in the sensations he was causing in her. He imagined John rubbing his cock across her cheek, and slapping her face with his erection, her offering her face to his abuse, as he stared at his own wife's lovely face, contorted in passion. His inner damn welled over, he lost control of his own passion, and he drove into her one last time and added his own spunk to John's inside her, in an intense orgasm that caused his eyes to shut tight, blotting out the vision that had brought him past the edge.

As he shuddered and ejaculated inside her, pushing into her with all his strength, he triggered her own response, and her legs slid from his shoulders, to wrap around his waist and pull him into her even deeper. Every little twitch of his softening cock, every subsequent spurt of his cum within her, caused a ripple of aftershock to run through her, and her pussy walls contracted as her own orgasm subsided with his.

For the second time that night, Suzanne's spent lover, first John, and now Ian, collapsed across her, panting for breath, their erection subsiding as their seed swam in her body and started to seep inexorably from her satisfied pussy.

After a few minutes of rest, the shuffled properly onto the bed, still coupled and clasping each other tightly in their arms, kissing each other lovingly about the face, and murmuring sweetnesses and tenderness to each other, fell asleep, exhausted by this remarkable first day as members of the EMT.

.....to be continued. Comments and suggestions appreciated.

In the next Chapter, Ian has to face John, Graham and Karl in the office. Suzanne has to keep an appointment. What else?



The EMT Ch. 09



Ian looked down at his wife as he continued to fuck her. Her eyes were closed, lost in the passion of the moment, her soft blond hair spread out across the bed beneath her head, her tongue extended licking her upper lip as she revelled in the sensations he was causing in her. He imagined John rubbing his cock across her cheek, and slapping her face with his erection, her offering her face to his abuse, as he stared at his own wife's lovely face, contorted in passion. His inner damn welled over, he lost control of his own passion, and he drove into her one last time and added his own spunk to John's inside her, in an intense orgasm that caused his eyes to shut tight, blotting out the vision that had brought him past the edge.

As he shuddered and ejaculated inside her, pushing into her with all his strength, he triggered her own response, and her legs slid from his shoulders, to wrap around his waist and pull him into her even deeper. Every little twitch of his softening cock, every subsequent spurt of his cum within her, caused a ripple of aftershock to run through her, and her pussy walls contracted as her own orgasm subsided with his.

For the second time that night, Suzanne's spent lover, first John, and now Ian, collapsed across her, panting for breath, his erection subsiding as his seed swam in her body and mixed with John's, and started to seep inexorably from her satisfied pussy.

After a few minutes of rest, they shuffled properly onto the bed, still coupled and clasping each other tightly in their arms, kissing each other lovingly about the face, and murmuring sweetness and tenderness to each other, fell asleep, exhausted by this remarkable first day as members of the EMT.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Oh dear, this has been a difficult chapter to write, and is one that some of you will not enjoy. Let me say up front, if you are looking for a cheap, effortless thrill, this probably isn't the ideal chapter for you to read. It is necessary filler for what comes next, but on its own, probably won't be attracting your highest marks. I did say at the start that I wanted to write more than a masturbatory adventure. Regular readers, thanks for your patience and for your support. I promise that your perseverance will be fully repaid in Chapter 10, which is already substantially complete. 

THE EMT Chapter Nine

Ian awoke first, early next morning, still entwined in the arms and legs of Suzanne. As his brain cleared and he remembered the events of yesterday, he felt a combination of guilt, excitement, concern, wonder, curiosity and love. He looked at Suzanne alongside him, naked, still sticky from sex, innocently asleep, mother of his daughter, love of his life; and his heart swelled with his love for her. He remembered her description of her submission to Graham, of her giving of herself to John at Graham's command; and his pulse raced with lust for her. He remembered the look on her face as she climaxed beneath him last night, just before they had fallen asleep; and he was curious to know if she had looked like that as John had used her in his absence. He thought about how they were committed to her being used again, how they had discussed her being used again; and he felt guilty about wanting to share this most precious of trusts.

As Ian continued to muse and reflect on the situation they had willingly put themselves in, Suzanne stirred and moved against him, and as her eyes began to blink open as she stretched her arms and legs, she saw her husband's eyes staring lovingly, but questioningly into hers.

It took Suzanne a couple of seconds to focus and to remember who she now was, all that had happened to her in the last 24 hours, and to recognise the question that was in Ian's eyes.

"Good morning lover" she whispered to him as she stretched her arms and ran her fingers through her dishevelled hair. "How do you feel this morning?"

When she smiled at him, awaiting his response, Ian knew things were going to be ok, that Suzanne wasn't regretting recent developments. He smiled back at her to let her know that he still loved her, and kissed her little button nose. "I feel good" he reassured her, "A little nervous, but good. And I am so proud of you!" He kissed her again, this time on the lips, and she responded, returning his caress with affection and interest. Suzanne moulded her body against his, and he felt her delicious nakedness against him, causing both his cock and his heart to swell, before she twisted out of his grasp, and ran for the bathroom.

"Let me clean up, and I'll make you some coffee" she teased him over her shoulder, shaking her naked ass at him, before disappearing through the bathroom door. Ian lay back on the pillows and returned to his thoughts as he heard the shower start to run, and the sounds of Suzanne performing her usual morning ablutions.

An hour later, 8:00 am, and they were both sitting at the kitchen table in dressing gowns, hair shower wet, talking and drinking coffee from large breakfast mugs, when they heard the unmistakeable sound of their daughter Emma starting to stir upstairs.

Suzanne put out her hand and stopped Ian as he started to rise. "Stop!" she said. "She will be fine for a few minutes. Let's just talk for a bit before she is awake, and before you have to go to work".

Ian sat back down, a little wave of concern showing on his face. "Are you OK?" he asked.

"I'm fine" Suzanne replied, "I just want us to chat for a minute before you have to go. Things have happened so fast that we've hardly had a chance to talk about what we are doing."

Ian smiled at her cheekily. "I certainly enjoyed our chat last night!" and he got a playful slap in return.

"You know what I mean Ian. I just want to make sure that we are both OK with this. I want to be certain that we discuss everything, that we share our feelings, that we understand each other."

"I certainly want to discuss everything," he started, but then Ian recognised the need to be a little more serious. "OK, what do you want to know?" Her questioning look made him continue, unprompted. "Last night was amazing. Watching you in that room, watching my colleagues' eyes follow you, seeing their interest in you, being so proud of you – it was all amazing."

He sipped his coffee. Suzanne waited for more from him.

"Waiting here on my own for you, knowing that you were probably being fucked by John or Graham or both – well, that was just incredible. It was like heaven and hell. It was bittersweet. I couldn't wait for you to come home, and I didn't want that feeling to ever end. I have never been so restless, so excited."

As he paused again, remembering how he had felt, Suzanne again prompted.

"And when I did get home? How did you feel then?"

"Oh God" he moaned, "absolutely incredibly fantastically excited and nervous and proud and turned on. When I followed you into the kitchen, I could smell the sex on you. I have never wanted you more than I did then. And upstairs, as you told me what had happened, it was all I could do to keep myself from cumming."

He leaned over and kissed her, his hand lovingly cupping her cheek, then sliding down the side of her neck, across her shoulder, then down beneath her gown to cup her breast, whose hard little nipple pressed back against his palm.

"Tell me how you feel" he whispered into her ear.

Suzanne pulled back from him, and looked searchingly into his eyes as she spoke.

"It was incredible for me too. To let go, to have no responsibility, to just do as I was told. I have never felt like that before. I had never even imagined being like that before. But these last few days have opened my eyes. It's like, I don't know, spending your whole life without ever tasting chocolate or something." She smiled at her own analogy, and let it develop for a minute before continuing.

"And then to taste it, to feel it melt in your mouth for the first time, to discover taste sensations that you could never have previously imagined. That is how it felt for me; like a secret door had been opened."

Ian was watching her, his hand still gently caressing her breast. She reached up and pulled his hand harder against her firm flesh.

"It didn't feel like I was cheating on you – just the opposite. It was like I was demonstrating my love for you by giving myself to Graham. You were part of it, even though you weren't there. It wasn't that I was thinking about you all the time, because I wasn't. I was too involved, too excited, too much not in control of myself to be thinking about you. But it was like we were both there, like I was both of us. It is so difficult to explain."

She trailed off, and rested her head against Ian's shoulder, still clamping his hand to her breast with her own.

Ian reached his other arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight to him.

"I think I understand" he said quietly, "the big question is, 'do you want to continue?'"

"Oh God yes! If you do."

"You realise that this is just the beginning? That they will want to make you do more? That they will make you do more, go further? Do you realise that, and do you want that?" Now it was Ian's turn to ask the big question, and Suzanne's turn to consider the implications of her reply.

Suzanne looked up at him and saw in his eyes that he wanted her to want to continue. She kissed him once, quickly, and then nodded at him. Her heart was in her mouth as she replied.

"Yes. I want more. I want them to use me and make me do more. I can hardly breathe now thinking about it." And then she pushed him out of his seat to get their daughter out of bed. The discussion was closed for the time being.

Tuesday – To Work

Ian arrived at work shortly after his and John's promotion had been announced to the rest of the staff. He was very much encouraged by the handshakes and smiles as he walked to his office, by the warm congratulations of his team and the administrators he passed. Their happiness for him seemed really genuine, and his pride and sense of belonging swelled within him as he arrived at his office door. When he entered the office he had left last night, he found a little pile of congratulatory messages on his desk, and a load of e-mails in his in-box from other subordinates and colleagues who had been unable to see him in person.

He made coffee and quickly checked the mails and messages before his phone rang. It was John.

"Good morning partner!" he confidently started, "Come over to my office right away will you? I have some news for you."

Ian's heart missed a beat as he slurped quickly at his coffee and then headed across the floor to John's office, which was in the middle of a higher management suite on the other side of the building. As he made the short trip, his head was full of images of his wife, Suzanne being taken from the rear by his work colleague and friend. He shook his head to clear the images as he arrived at the little suite. May, who was John's secretary, showed him immediately into John's office.

As John looked up at Ian and smiled at him, Ian imagined he saw something of a smirk upon his face, but John was quick to stand up and step around the desk to shake Ian's hand.

"I didn't get much of a chance last night," he said, "but I really am pleased that we are going to work together, and to be the new young bloods on the EMT".

Ian could only respond in kind to John's warm greeting, although he had the distinct impression that at least part of John's happiness had something to do with the fact that he had fucked his own darling wife the night before; had experienced the pleasure of taking Suzanne and using her as previously he had only been able to dream of taking her.

The two men sat down without another word, each thinking of what to say next. After a few seconds, Ian was surprised to hear himself breaking the ice.

"Last night, yesterday, was incredible. It's like I'm in a whirlpool. And Suzanne, I know she feels the same way too".

John looked at his friend, aware of how difficult this was for him.

"Is she ok with things?" he asked, tentatively, and then couldn't resist adding, "Damn, she is some woman!"

John had accidentally hit on exactly the right thing to say to Ian. He wanted nothing more than to hear from his friend how much he admired and envied him his wife. Here was a subject that they both could agree on, and that played to the newly awakened cuckold in Ian.

"Yes, she is fine with everything that happened. We are both fine. This is kind of weird. Speaking to you like this. After, well you know, after last night..." Ian's voice trailed off, unsure of how to take things further. It was John that provided the answer.

"Ian, I have never made a secret of how much I fancied Suzanne. I can only tell you that I am absolutely delighted with the present arrangement. She was stunning last night. I loved seeing her again, and this time enjoying her more fully.." he paused to judge Ian's reaction, but Ian just seemed to smile weekly at him as if inviting him to go on. Actually, inside, Ian's stomach was churning from the excitement he was feeling as his friend and colleague discussed his own wife this way.

Seeing no negative reaction, John continued. "I would never have thought that Suzanne would be so submissive, but she seemed to really get into that last night. Graham seemed to be able to ask her for anything." Ian's colour rose as John went on. "Of course, I was the main beneficiary, and I want to thank both you and Graham, and of course Suzanne, for that. It was incredible, getting to use Suzanne like that. I'm sure that she enjoyed it too. Did she tell you what happened when she got home?"

Ian could only swallow the saliva that had sprung from nowhere to fill his mouth, and nod at his friend to let him know that Suzanne had told him all about her being abused by John.

"Ian, we all have our own desires and kinks. If you and Suzanne want to play these games, then all I can say is 'great!'. I am ready to play along with you at any time of day or night, and good luck to you both. She is a stunning woman, and so incredibly sexy. It is so hot to know that she wants to be this way, and I for one will never complain. Please tell her that I said as much."

Ian smiled again, and assured John that he would pass on the message.

"And what is this news that you have for me that demanded my attention here in the Executive Suite?" asked Ian, as the discussion about Suzanne came to an end.

"Well that is the news!" answered John; "You are to change offices today to the one next door. From now on, we share the services of May as our joint Secretary, we share the suite, and best of all from my point of view, it seems we'll be sharing a lot more of Suzanne, if you don't mind my saying so?"

Ian smiled at the innuendo, and the two men moved seamlessly on to a discussion of the meetings schedule that had been planned for the day with their various new colleagues on the EMT to be briefed on the management stuff that had previously been hidden to them. The ice was broken, and they settled down to a professional relationship, with just an edge of sexuality hidden beneath the surface. An edge that Ian would soon recognise could surface at any time, and with any of his new colleagues.

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As Ian and John settled into their day's meetings, Suzanne dropped Emma off at her school, and then sat behind the wheel of her car and took a few deep breaths. She had hardly had time to think since Ian had left for work. Now she was on her own at last, and her mind turned to the thing that she had not allowed it to consider all morning.

She reached into the glove compartment of her car and pulled out the card that Graham had given her last night. His instructions were to be at this address by noon, and as she looked at her watch, it was already 11:30. She flipped the card over and read the address. The card was a plain white business card, with a simple address printed on it. The address was for a house on the west side of the City, but the card contained no further information; no company or business name; no indication or hint as to what she should expect.

She pulled down the visor mirror and looked at her reflection. Her hair and light make-up were fine. She licked a fingertip, and ran it unnecessarily across one of her neatly shaped eyebrows, as if to stick down recalcitrant hairs. Then she breathed a big sigh, flicked up the visor, and pulled out into the traffic, heading towards the west.

Twenty minutes later, she was parked outside the address on the card. The house was similar to all the others on the street, no more neat and tidy than the others, and certainly no less so. Again, there was nothing to indicate the reason for her visit from the outside. Suzanne looked down at herself, wondering if she had dressed appropriately.

She was wearing a smart, simple black skirt and heels, with a white blouse buttoned discreetly to the neck. She wore no bra beneath the shirt, but had worn a neat little black thong beneath the skirt. Her legs were tanned enough to not wear stockings, and she looked elegant and businesslike as she looked again at her watch. She turned off the car radio just as the 12 o-clock news jingle was starting, and climbed out of the car. As she walked up the path towards the door to the house, she wondered for the thousandth time what was in store for her.

Before she rang the bell, the door opened, and none other than Ms Pyrford, the Company baby-sitter that had looked after Emma the previous evening, invited her into the hall. She welcomed Suzanne courteously, and led her without further explanation into a large reception room at the rear of the house. Before Suzanne could say anything, or ask why she was here, Ms Pyrford asked her to wait, and then left the room, and Suzanne heard her heels clicking down the hall, and then the soft tread of her shoes on the carpet as she climbed the stairs.

Suzanne looked around the room, and saw that there was a screen at one end of the room, hiding about a third of the room's area from view. The furniture in the rest of the room was just what you would expect for a doctor's consulting room. Small desk, computer, couple of chairs, and a couch against one wall, covered with a crisp white sheet and small pillow. Charts on the wall and books on the shelves added to the impression that she was in a Doctor's surgery, although there had been no brass plaque or name board outside the door that she had noticed. She had barely finished scanning her surroundings, when the door opened, and a stranger entered the room.

He was about thirty years old, good looking and casually dressed in faded jeans, loafers and polo shirt. His eyes were bright and penetrating, and his tanned face was prematurely wrinkled with laughter lines; his sun-bleached hair gave Suzanne the impression that he spent a lot of time sailing a boat out in the Firth of Forth.

He introduced himself as Doctor Packard, and gestured to Suzanne to take the chair at the side of his desk, as he sat down, crossed his legs and studied her. Suzanne sat wordlessly.

"Thank you for being so prompt Suzanne" he began, "we have a lot to get through. I assume that Nurse Pyrford didn't give you any explanation as to why you are here?"

Suzanne shook her head, wondering what this was all about, and sub-consciously recognising that Ms Pyrford was really Nurse Pyrford, which the back of her mind recognised was a good qualification for the woman that would be looking after her daughter.

Doctor Packard continued, "I will be your personal doctor whilst you are under contract to Mr Leicester. After today, I will see you regularly, once a month for a check-up, and may occasionally be required to offer other services, both medical and non-medical. I am aware of the nature of your duties under the contract", Suzanne couldn't avoid blushing, "but rest assured that our relationship will be strictly professional." A flash of disappointment passed quickly across Suzanne's mind.




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"Today, you are here for an initial routine check-up, and then we shall be taking some pictures, as requested by Mr Leicester. I hope that will be OK for you. We will finish in plenty of time for you to go and pick up Emma from School."

Suzanne realised that this young doctor knew all about her and her arrangement with Graham Leicester. She felt strangely exposed by his knowledge, and by her corresponding lack of knowledge about him. She was also intrigued by the reference to 'pictures'. Before she could think about it any more, Doctor Packard spoke again.

"We have to do a short, but intimate physical examination, and we also need to go through some questions. Do you have a preference for which we do first?"

Suzanne realised that this young man that she had known for all of a couple of minutes was asking her whether she wanted him to intimately examine her now or later. His casual dress and the fact that he appeared to know so much about her made this interview feel unlike any other doctor / patient relationship she had ever experienced, and she decided to put off any intimate examination until she had had a chance to get used to the idea. 

"Let's do the questions first?" she meekly suggested, and the doctor turned his attention to the computer screen on his desk.

He started to work through a fairly normal questionnaire about her general health and health history. She answered his questions truthfully and frankly. Her health had always been good; she was fit and active. After about twenty minutes, he typed another answer into the computer, and then turned to her and asked, "When did you last have sexual intercourse?"

Suzanne answered before she realised the personal nature of the question. "Last night" she automatically replied.

"How many sexual partners did you have last night?"

Now she stopped. From general questions about her health, this was now taking an entirely different and more personal direction.

"Do I really need to answer that?" she asked, suspecting what answer she would get.

"Suzanne, I will be looking after you from now on. It is vital that you answer all my questions truthfully and fully. You can have no secrets from me if I am to do my job properly. Yes, you must answer the question. How many sexual partners did you have last night?"

Suzanne thought again about her response. The personal nature of the question, and his calm way of asking it made this feel even less like a doctor / patient thing, but Suzanne was bright enough to recognise that it was actually the answer that embarrassed her into pausing. It was one thing to play these games, and quite another to blatantly discuss them with a stranger. Doctor Packard patiently waited for her answer, and she forced herself to say something.

"Two" she whispered, "two full partners, three if you count an oral relationship."

Suzanne blushed as she gave her answer and confessed to this young man that she had had sex with two men the evening before, and sucked another into her mouth. Stating it like this was deeply humiliating for her, and as she was discovering, humiliation was just another way to turn her on. She already felt her body responding to her humiliation as she waited for the next question.

"Thank you Suzanne. Please don't be embarrassed. You will learn that nothing will surprise me or offend me, and I am sure that you will have many more things to confess to me as time goes by. How did the two full partners use you?"

At first, Suzanne wasn't sure what he meant by the question. In answer to her quizzical look, he explained.

"Did they use you vaginally or anally or both Suzanne? Did they also use your mouth? and in what order did they use you?"

Suzanne gasped at the audacity of the question, but the serious look of impatience on the doctor's face convinced her that she needed to answer these personal questions with all the honesty and frankness that she had given the earlier ones. She took a deep breath and answered.

"The first took me orally and then vaginally, from the rear, the second only orally. Finally, I had vaginal sex with my husband, if you must know". Her body was now rapidly responding to her humiliation.

"And was the sexual activity gentle and loving, or was it strong and brutal, both vaginal and oral?"

This was too much, and Suzanne's eyes flashed with her anger and humiliation. Before she could say a word, he continued.

"I need to know Suzanne. In a moment I am going to examine you, and I need to know how your body and tissues react to forceful sexual activity so that I can advise my client, and your employer, of your bodies durability and power of recovery". Again Suzanne forced herself to answer the embarrassing and humiliating question.

"All three were relatively forceful" she answered quietly, feeling her wetness starting to begin between her legs as she relived the various episodes of her previous evening. "I would say that even my husband was more forceful than usual with me, and the activity was certainly much longer than I am used to. I'm sorry, longer in duration. Not necessarily bigger, if you see what I mean."

She cast her eyes down to the floor as the doctor typed in notes following her answer.

"Just a few more questions Suzanne, and then we are done with this part. Are you usually sexually responsive? I mean do you usually lubricate well when you are excited, and were you excited and well lubricated last night when these events occurred?"

Suzanne's eyes flashed up at the doctor again, but she realised she had to respond.

"I was very excited all evening" she confessed, wondering how the doctor would react when he saw her present state of lubrication. "I was well lubricated, naturally, I tend to be so whenever I am in a sexually exciting situation."

"Very good Suzanne, and the oral sex, how deep did they go? Are you able to deep-throat? Are you practiced at it? And did you take any of them into your throat last night? This is the last question for now Suzanne, and soon we can start the physical examination".

Suzanne was now very flushed with her growing embarrassment, and very nervous and excited about the situation she was in. She knew better now than to evade the question.

"I wouldn't say that I am very practiced at deep oral penetration, no. But last night, I did go further than I normally do, and I did "deep-throat" as you call it – deep for me anyway."

"Excellent Suzanne, thank you for bearing with me. Now, can you please open your mouth and look straight ahead."

Suzanne did as she was asked, and the doctor ripped a spatula from its hygienic covering, and pressed down on her tongue as he gazed intently into the back of her throat. Suzanne sat quietly as he reached for a small torch, which he used to assess the soft tissues.

"There is a little damage, although nothing at all to worry about," he muttered, half to himself, "Say Aaaaah. You are young enough and fit enough to continue to enjoy oral sex as much as you want. In time, your throat will become used to it and you'll find it easier, and the little damage that you have from last night will become a thing of the past. I'll give you some antiseptic gargle though, just to guard against any infection; used it for the next couple of days after brushing your teeth."

He switched off the light, and broke the spatula into two dropping the pieces into a discreetly placed medical waste bin on the other side of his desk.

"Now would you please step behind the screen and strip off completely. There is a gown for you to slip on, and I will be back with you in a few minutes. Would you prefer Nurse Pyrford to be present for your physical examination?"

Suzanne thought about her obvious wetness and decided that she didn't want another female to be present and aware of how her body was responding to this young doctor's attention. She answered in the negative, and as Doctor Packard left the room, she slipped behind the screen.

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Meanwhile, back in the office, Ian had been summoned (without John) to Karl Solomon's office for a brief meeting. As he made his way there, Ian remembered the brief exchange of e-mails they had shared the night before, and Karl's heavy-handed hint that he was expecting to enjoy Suzanne's 'help' in the near future.

As he knocked at Karl's office door, and was summoned in, Ian was also remembering how Karl had pawed at Suzanne's ass in a corner at Graham's soiree, and later, had rather obviously brushed her breast with his hand as they kissed goodbye.

The Company Secretary and Treasurer was sitting behind his desk and on the phone when Ian entered the office, and Karl signalled Ian to take a seat as he finished his conversation. Ian couldn't help overhear Karl's side of the discussion.

"Yes, he's here now Graham. I'll be sure to do that. Yes, I'm sure she will, and I look forward to it greatly. Thanks again. We'll let you know how it goes. Bye."

Karl hung up the phone and looked across at Ian, who had been wondering if Karl had been discussing Suzanne with Graham. His curiosity was soon satisfied.

"That was Graham" said Karl, "We were talking about your very charming and accommodating wife, Suzanne."

Ian's heart leapt into his mouth, and he wondered what was going to happen to him next on this roller coaster of a ride that they had begun. Karl continued.

"You'll forgive me being frank Ian, but you should know that I am "fully in the picture" with Suzanne's role and responsibilities, and with your compliant participation in her contract" He leered across his desk at Ian, who could only nod as his suspicions were confirmed.

"Graham and I were just discussing the little project Suzanne is going to help me with, and we are of one mind. The sooner that Suzanne starts, the better. Accordingly, when you see her tonight, I'd like you to tell her to be here for an initial session tomorrow morning at 09:00."

Ian was about to protest that Emma would need to be taken care of when Karl stopped him in his tracks.

"Suzanne will need to be available to me for 36 hours. She'll be home Wednesday afternoon, Ms Pyrford has been booked for the entire period, and will be with you at 06:00 tomorrow to look after Emma. I suggest that you bring Suzanne with you to work, and that she is packed and ready to go with me."

Again, Ian was about to speak, but Karl continued without giving him time.

"As I'm sure you would rather know in advance, I can tell you that Suzanne will be required to 'perform her special duties' for us with one of our customers who has become a little tiresome. I'm not sure yet how far she will need to go, we will be attending a business dinner with him, and we'll play it by ear. It may simply require that she flatters him a little, or it may take more – I will make a final decision, with the full authority and permission of Graham."

As he paused for breath, Ian was able to get in.

"Karl, I don't quite understand. Will Suzanne be with you throughout? Where exactly are you going?"

Karl held up his hand to stem the questions.

"Ian, Suzanne is now under contract and at the beck and call of Graham. He has agreed to this project as the first of Suzanne's duties. He will call her tonight to give her specific instructions. I am telling you this now so that she can be prepared for his call. I'm also telling you because I think you want to know, at least, I assume part of the pleasure for you is in knowing that she will be required to perform certain duties. Am I right?"

Ian could only nod dumbly, although his mind was in a whirl. This was going far faster than he had expected.

"Now, I will try to answer some of the questions that I'm sure you have. I will brief Suzanne fully when we meet in the morning, and I will be with her when we meet the client for dinner, which will be in London. We'll travel down together by train tomorrow afternoon, and we'll be travelling back by train on Wednesday morning, hopefully having accomplished our mission. That is all you really need to know. We'll stay and dine at the Park Lane Hilton – separate rooms, don't worry, although that is more to allow Suzanne to do her duty if necessary than to spare her or your blushes."

Ian was quickly realising that this was a very serious game they were playing, but his cock was already hard at the possibilities of the situation.

"Suzanne will need nice evening wear, I suggest a sexy cocktail dress and appropriate lingerie, but Graham will have more specific instructions for her, and she will be there in the capacity as my assistant as far as the client is concerned. Any questions?"

Ian struggled to take all this in. He was being asked to help his wife prepare for an overnight business trip with the guy that couldn't keep his hands off her in a crowded room. His boss was going to be calling Suzanne this evening to give her specific instructions about how to flirt with, flatter, and if necessary, seduce a client of the company. Part of him wanted to call the whole thing off, and part of him wanted to see this crazy adventure through, and have his wife act as the company whore. He couldn't think of any relevant questions, and was soon dismissed by Karl reminding him to make sure Suzanne was ready for Graham's call that evening. He headed back to his own office in a daze of confusion and sexual excitement. When he got to his old office, he found May already hard at work packing up his things for the move to the Executive Suite next to John's office.

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Back in the doctor's surgery on the west side of Edinburgh, Suzanne stepped nervously from behind the screen, having stripped completely before slipping on the examination robe she had found there. Typically impractical, the robe tied at the back, whilst leaving most of her back and ass exposed. Doctor Packard was back in the room, and asked her to climb up onto the couch, lying on her front. She did as he asked, and no sooner was she lying down, than he untied the strings at her back, and peeled the robe away on either side to leave her effectively lying naked on her stomach on the couch. Suzanne was acutely aware of how she must look, and twitched with tension as he reached out and pulled her blond hair to one side, before using a stethoscope to listen to her back, just below the nape of her neck.

"Relax, and just breathe deeply Suzanne will you?"

He repositioned the cold tip of the scope across and down her back, several times, listening to her breathing. Satisfied, he began to feel her spine and back with his fingertips, gradually moving lower towards her buttocks. As he glanced down, he saw the still red mark of a hand on her cheek, and felt and prodded it, watching the skin colour change as he did so. Her buttocks clenched in reaction to this intimate touch, and then relaxed again as she got used to it.

"Healthy circulation anyway" he said, "and good reflexes too, although not my usual way of checking them." Suzanne giggled slightly, partly at his little joke, and partly as she imagined what it looked like as her cheeks involuntarily clenched, the red mark of Graham's hand still visible on her ass from the slap he had given her. Strangely, she felt quite proud of this badge of her submission.

The doctor then continued to feel down the length of her legs, from the thighs beneath her butt cheeks, down past her knees and over her taut, tanned calf. He rolled the flesh between his hands, as if feeling for any lumps or abrasions, but Suzanne had never had a doctor handle her this way before. The feeling was like a gentle massage, and really quite pleasant.

After exploring both legs this way, he returned to her ass, and placing a hand over each cheek, leant down towards her to say,

"I need to look at your anal sphincter Suzanne, please relax and try to help me."

Suzanne started from the relaxed drowsiness she had felt as he massaged her legs, but nodded slightly to acknowledge she had heard him. She then closed her eyes in embarrassment as she felt his hands start to separate her ass cheeks, to expose the little dark ring of her anus. She realised that he would also be able to see her lips and their obvious wetness, but couldn't resist raising her ass slightly from the couch to make this deeply humiliating visual examination easier for him.

As she raised her ass, his thumbs slipped between her cheeks, and spread her little rosebud, testing its elasticity. She felt so exposed at that moment, and tried to resist the reflexive clamping of her buttocks to close the stretched orifice..

"Good reflexes again. Nice tight little anus, but plenty of elasticity Suzanne. Have you practiced anal sex very often?"

Again Suzanne blushed at the combination of exposure and humiliating personal question.

"It isn't something we have done much," she admitted, "but we have done it occasionally."

As the young doctor continued to scrutinise and test the elasticity of her anus, the experience got to Suzanne, and as her excitement mounted, she was horrified to feel her sex expand and open, like a flower bud opening, her outer lips parting allowing her swollen inner lips to obtrude. She clenched her eyes tight with the embarrassing betrayal of her own body, which must have been unmistakable to Doctor Packard.

"Don't be embarrassed Suzanne," he stated matter-of-factly. "Your reaction is perfectly normal in a healthy young woman. Now, will you please turn over, so that I can look at your front."

Again, the ambiguity of his words hit straight to Suzanne's feeling of powerlessness, and she automatically started to turn herself over. Her arms still being in the sleeves of the now useless gown, prevented her getting very far, until she shucked the gown off and left it beneath her on the examining couch as she scuttled over onto her back, her knees raised and legs clamped tightly shut, as she lay naked to the detached gaze of Dr Packard. She kept her eyes open as she saw him glance quickly up and down her body, taking in her graceful femininity. She thought that his expert appraisal looked far from being detached and professional, but she was too far gone in wanting him to react to her to do anything about it.

Placing his stethoscope again in his ears, he held the business end against her chest, just above her breasts, and asked her to breathe deeply for him. After listening carefully for a few breaths, he removed the stethoscope, and started with his manual examination of her skin and muscles just as he had when she had lain on her front. This time he prodded her breasts all over with the tips of two fingers, tweaked her nipples quickly and examined their reaction, then slid his hands down her flat stomach. He then started again with the gentle massaging of her legs, this time from the front, again starting at the thighs. The natural consequence of his manipulation was to flatten her legs to the couch, and cause them to open slightly, exposing again her swollen lips, and offering him a first sight of the neatly trimmed landing strip that adorned her prominent pubic mound.

"Excellent Suzanne, you have kept yourself in very good condition for a young mother. I am sure that Mr Leicester is very glad to have recruited you. Now, I need to take a little look at your vagina and cervix, and then take some samples, and we are through for now. Please remain lying flat, raise your knees, and part your legs for me, and I'll be as gentle as I can be with you."

Suzanne obeyed without thinking, and felt her lips separate and open further as she drew up her knees and parted them as instructed. A small dribble of her wetness ran down between her legs as she did so, and she felt it meander into the crack of her ass, and around her little rosebud ring.

Dr Packard now moved down to the end of the couch, and asked her to shuffle down towards him, as he reached forwards, a hand behind each calf to help her comply. When her feet were at the end of the couch, and he was standing between her spread knees, he reached forwards again and used his fingers to pull her lips apart, and commenced a visual examination of her vaginal orifice. Despite expecting it, Suzanne jerked as his fingers came into contact with her sensitive lips.




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"Well this looks fine" he said after a couple of seconds. "No obvious damage from last night's exertions, but I'm not really surprised given the degree of lubrication if your reaction today is anything to go by." Suzanne whinced with the embarrassment again.

"Are you taking any contraceptives?" he asked, and Suzanne confirmed that she was 'on the pill'. 

"OK, I'm going to look a little deeper, and I'd rather do it without instruments if you don't mind." Without waiting for an answer, Dr Packard slipped his thumbs into Suzanne's vagina, which was effortlessly achieved given her extreme wetness. He then pulled gently apart with a gradually increasing pressure, causing her to first clamp her pelvic muscles at the invasion, and then to slowly relax as his pressure remained constant, opening her slowly to his inspection.

He bent closer, and moved his head around to peer into her open orifice, examining the walls of her cavity. After a few seconds of this treatment, he removed his thumbs, letting one slide slowly over her lips, up to her erect little clitoris, which was now standing free of its hood. He quickly rubbed her clitoris, and felt her respond before removing his hand. The touch was brief and gentle, but caused Suzanne to catch her breath, it was so sudden and unexpected.

Standing quickly up, Dr Packard stepped over to a sink that Suzanne hadn't previously noticed, and rinsed his hands, leaving Suzanne frustrated and excited on the couch. He then sat back at his desk and typed in some notes, ignoring her, and leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She slowly and reluctantly closed her legs, and shuffled back up the couch, sliding the gown from beneath her, and covering herself as best as she could with it. Finally, she slipped her legs over the side of the couch and sat up.


"Don't get down" he said without looking at her, "I still need some samples." As he spoke, he walked over to the couch, opened a discreet drawer at the end, and started to pull out a number of stainless steel instruments that had been soaking in a pool of disinfectant fluid.

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Much later that same day, after Emma had been put to bed, Ian and Suzanne sat side by side on the little sofa in the study, sharing a bottle of wine. They had been chatting for twenty minutes or so, and had passed through the stage of asking each other how their day had gone. They each felt they had a lot to tell the other about their own eventful day, and were each eager to hear from the other about the first day of their new life together. They had eventually agreed that Suzanne should begin with a description of her day. She had already briefly summarised the medical examination for Ian, including the tests and samples that had been taken as that part of her experience with Dr Packard had reached a conclusion. Suzanne had described how the mysterious Doctor had taken the usual cervical smear, blood and urine samples, and then asked her to dress again.

"Well," said Ian, after hearing Suzanne's story so far, "At least it appears that they are taking good care of you."

Suzanne nodded thoughtfully. "I have to admit, that at that point, I was feeling the same way. But I have no way of understanding the relevance of what happened next."

Ian looked quickly down at his wife, who was snuggled against him on the sofa, his arm around her shoulders.

"What do you mean? What happened next?"

"Well, remember I said at the beginning that he'd said something about taking pictures?"

Ian remembered her saying so at the start of her story. "Yes, I was going to ask you about that."

"Well, after I was dressed" continued Suzanne, "he asked me to follow him, and he led me upstairs to the room immediately above his consulting room. I was beginning to think he was going to take some X-rays or something, but I couldn't have been more wrong."

They each reached for their glass of wine and took a slug, whilst Ian waited for her to continue. He couldn't explain why, but the sexual tension, already high after Suzanne's account of the intimate examination she had undergone, seemed to raise up a notch or two, and he could feel Suzanne's body shiver against him as she remembered what happened next.

"He led me into the room, and I was surprised to see it was equipped as a photographic studio, just like the one we went to in London when we had those portraits done for Emma's third birthday. There were backdrops and scenery all set up in the different corners of the room, with lighting set up, tripods, furniture, the works."

Ian remembered the studio they had visited, and how the professional make-up artist had prepared the three of them, even lightly applying make-up to Ian much against his better instincts, before the very competent photographer had arranged them in various groupings and settings, taking scores of pictures. The results had been a very expensive, but excellent selection of portraits against a series of backgrounds, and which had already paid for themselves by providing very welcome Christmas and Birthday presents for the rest of the family. Suzanne brought him back to the present.

"The settings were similar, but somehow more adult than in London, more grown up. Doctor Packard explained to me that Graham had asked him to take some pictures of me, but he didn't say why. He said that photography was one of his hobbies, and it was a service he sometimes provided for special clients, but it was all a bit mysterious. It was also very difficult to switch from thinking of him as a Doctor to thinking of him as a photographer."

Ian swallowed another gulp of wine and wondered where this was going.

"Anyway, he pointed me to a dressing table at one side of the room, and asked me if I wanted to freshen up my make-up. I was a bit confused, but sat down and 'powdered my nose' so to speak, whilst he busied himself getting some cameras ready, and some of the lighting switched on and arranged."

"Go on" said Ian, who was starting to think this was sounding like a promising additional extra.

"When I was ready, he sat me in one of the little settings, made some adjustments, and started to take pictures. He kept asking me to change my position slightly, turn my head, that sort of thing. I found I was quite enjoying it."

"At first, it was just portraits, fully dressed, using the various backdrops that were already set up. But it didn't take long before he asked me to unbutton one of the buttons on my blouse, or to pull up my skirt slightly to show more leg. I didn't feel I could argue, as the pictures had been ordered by Mr Leicester."

Ian's mouth was starting to feel dry as he listened to his sexy wife describe how she had posed for this relative stranger.

"There was nothing blatantly offensive about any of the poses, and the settings were normal and not at all erotic or rude. They were kind of....businesslike I guess. One was like an office with a desk and computer. Another like a reception desk, and another set up in the bay window. Apart from asking me to show a bit of cleavage or thigh, nothing untoward happened, but I did find it kind of sexy, being asked to pose, and being pictured in these settings by this man that I knew nothing about."

Ian's curiosity was piqued. "But what does Graham want the pictures for? Did you ever find out?"

Suzanne shook her head. "Beats me. I did wonder, and I did think about asking Doctor Packard. But I never really got the opportunity. He was very professional and very busy throughout. Setting poses, taking pictures, changing lighting. I had, and still have no idea what it was all about. After about 40 minutes, he said he had enough, and showed me out of the door. He said he'd see me in a month or so, earlier if he had any questions after the samples were analysed, and that was it. I never saw Ms Pyrford again, and got back just in time to pick up Emma and prepare dinner. That was my day, what do you make of it, and how was yours?"

Suzanne got up from the sofa and poured more wine whilst Ian began his account of the day. He told her about his move of office, which May had completed before he left for the day, about his meeting with John, and how weird that had been for him. At this point, Suzanne was very interested and wanted to know all the details of their conversation, and what exactly he had said about her. They were both in an excited state as Ian's recounting of the conversation reminded them of the events of the previous evening.

After telling Suzanne about various other meetings and conversations he had taken part in, he finally got around to mentioning his meeting with Karl Solomon. Suzanne's jaw dropped as he told her of his conversation with the company secretary and treasurer, and of his instructions to be passed to her by Ian. That she was to meet Karl first thing the next morning, that they would be going to London together overnight, and that Graham would be ringing later that evening with further instructions. As he quickly told her all of this, her colour rose, and her temper rose with it.

"What!! You've waited until now to tell me all of this, and let me prattle on about my day. What were you thinking about Ian? I can't believe you. There are a million things I have to do. What about Emma? What about packing? What do I need to wear? I need to wash my hair, do my nails. Jesus Ian, it's nearly nine pm and you've only just told me this?"

Ian calmed her down as best he could, and reassured her about Emma, telling her Ms Pyrford would be arriving at 06:00 am. Before Suzanne could do any of the things she had listed, the telephone rang, giving them both a start. Ian looked over at her as she froze halfway to the door.

"That'll be Graham," he said, "you'd better take it in here." Then he left her alone in the study as she looked daggers after him, and moved slowly towards he phone.

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"Hello Suzanne. How was your day? Any second thoughts?"

His voice had the same quiet power that she remembered and recognised, and had the instant effect of quietening her temper. She closed her eyes for a second, counted to five quickly, and then replied.

"Hello Mr Leicester. I had an interesting day thank you, and no, I have not chickened out or had second thoughts. What can I do for you Sir?"

Graham laughed quietly at the other end of the line. "I was sure that you wouldn't Suzanne, and Packard tells me that you were most cooperative with him earlier today. I hope that he was gentle with you."

Suzanne sat down at the chair by the desk, and assured Graham Leicester that Doctor Packard had been as gentle and professional as possible. She could see Ian through the door into the kitchen, obviously trying to listen to her conversation, and she scowled at him, embarrassed at how quickly Graham Leicester had changed her mood from anger at Ian to quiet submission to Mr Leicester.

Ian started to rinse the wine glasses as Graham continued.

"Did Ian warn you about your little field trip tomorrow with Karl Solomon?"

Suzanne looked daggers at Ian again as she replied.

"Yes Sir. He has just this minute told me about it, and I was thinking about all the things I need to do when you called."

"Good Suzanne. Don't worry too much. You are seeing Karl at 09:00 I believe." Suzanne confirmed her understanding of the arrangement. "You will have time after that to go to the beauty parlour, before you are taken to Waverley for your train, so don't worry tonight about that sort of thing. Just pack for an overnight, we'll discuss what you need in a minute. Does that make things easier for you?"

His understanding of her needs, and his anticipation of her little female requirements once again impressed Suzanne. "That takes a load from my mind Sir, thank you."

"OK Suzanne, thank YOU. Has Ian explained the purpose of the trip?"

"Only in the most basic terms Sir. I understand that Mr Solomon and I will be dining with a client that we are trying to influence, and that a little flattery or more may be required."

"Well put Suzanne, that is the essence of the matter. I want to check that you are happy with that outline before we proceed. Are you prepared to do what is necessary to achieve our ends in this matter?"

The question caught Suzanne a little by surprise in its bluntness and candour. She realised that Graham Leicester was asking her if she was prepared to sleep with a complete stranger if necessary, to let some unknown man use her body if required, to achieve whatever business objective suited the company. The thought sent butterflies flying in her stomach, and her nipples stiffened with the thought of what may happen to her in less than 24 hours time.

"Mr Leicester, I realise that I have signed a contract, and that I am obliged by that contract to use whatever talents I have in your service. I am not only willing to keep my part of our bargain, I am looking forward to being of some genuine use to you and the company, and also to the adventure that that entails."

"Excellent Suzanne." Not even the distance of the telephone could keep the obvious pleasure from his voice, and Suzanne glowed with the knowledge that her answer had pleased her new boss. "Karl will fill you in on all the technical details in the morning, but I want you to be aware that for the next 36 hours, Karl has my full authority over you. You are to react to orders and instructions from Karl as if they came straight from me. Whatever he demands of you, you are to obey as if it were me making the demands. Is that clear?"

Suzanne answered in the way she had been taught. "Yes Mr Leicester, I understand."

"Good. Now for some personal instructions from me, so that you can pack appropriately. You will be staying and dining in a first class hotel in London. As my representative, I'd obviously like you to look at your best at all times – make me proud of you."

Again, Suzanne could not explain why comments like this left her in a warm glow of pleasure.

"For dinner, take something that is sophisticated but sexy. Something like the cocktail dress you wore to meet me last week." Suzanne couldn't believe that it was only a few days since this mad adventure had begun. She remembered how carefully she had dressed when meeting Graham Leicester for dinner the previous Friday, and the effect that her appearance had on him.

"If you choose to wear underwear, it should be exciting and provocative lingerie. Let Karl know if you need anything, he can make the necessary arrangements."

Suzanne replied that she was sure that she had everything that she needed in her own wardrobe.

"Take some nice night clothes, just in case they are needed – John tells me that you have a very sexy negligee that may be suitable. Do you know the one he means?"

Suzanne's breath caught as she remembered standing in front of John in her honeymoon negligee, which was almost totally transparent, whilst her husband encouraged her to display herself to him. Obviously, John had described everything to Graham, and she was almost more ashamed of him knowing than she was of her wanton behaviour in front of John.

"I know which one he means Mr Leicester, and I'll make sure I pack it, in case it is needed."

The reality of what she was facing was already exciting Suzanne, and she was quickly moistening as her husband's boss discussed the intimate details of her wardrobe and preparations with her. She looked at Ian again in the kitchen and saw that he was watching her intently and listening to her every word as she planned her first company duty as company whore. Ian was obviously and clearly excited at what he was seeing and hearing.

"Look at this as something of a test of your resolve, Suzanne." Graham continued. "We will discuss it in detail when you return, and I will be asking Karl and others how you performed, so remember to make me proud."

"I will do my best for you Sir" she responded, genuinely excited at the prospect facing her, wondering what the next 36 hours were to bring.

"Right Suzanne, I think you are ready. Report to my office immediately on your return on Thursday to let me know how things went for you. Good luck, and good night."

The 'phone went dead before she could respond. She replaced the receiver and looked up at her husband who was watching her expectantly. When he walked towards her, his erection evident in the tent at the front of his trousers, she shook her finger at him to stop his progress.

"Whoa there boy. My contract says that I have to put you under stoppage once I have received instructions. You'll have to wait until I get back."

At Ian's suddenly crestfallen look, she smiled at him to take the sting out of her words.

"Besides, I have to work tomorrow, and I have a lot of preparation to do first."

Ian watched her head towards the stairs, to pack. As he locked the house and followed her upstairs, he couldn't help thinking that being the husband of the company whore had its drawbacks as well as its compensations.

......to be continued.

In the next part, Suzanne's first assignment for the company, in all of its glorious detail.



The EMT Ch. 10



"Hello Suzanne. How was your day? Any second thoughts?"

His voice had the same quiet power that she remembered and recognised, and had the instant effect of quietening her temper. She closed her eyes for a second, counted to five quickly, and then replied.

"Hello Mr Leicester. I had an interesting day thank you, and no, I have not chickened out or had second thoughts. What can I do for you Sir?"

Graham laughed quietly at the other end of the line. "I was sure that you wouldn't Suzanne, and Packard tells me that you were most cooperative with him earlier today. I hope that he was gentle with you."

Suzanne sat down at the chair by the desk, and assured Graham Leicester that Doctor Packard had been as gentle and professional as possible. She could see Ian through the door into the kitchen, obviously trying to listen to her conversation, and she scowled at him, embarrassed at how quickly Graham Leicester had changed her mood from anger at Ian to quiet submission to Mr Leicester.

Ian started to rinse the wine glasses as Graham continued.

"Did Ian warn you about your little field trip tomorrow with Karl Solomon?"

Suzanne looked daggers at Ian again as she replied.

"Yes Sir. He has just this minute told me about it, and I was thinking about all the things I need to do when you called."

"Good Suzanne. Don't worry too much. You are seeing Karl at 09:00 I believe." Suzanne confirmed her understanding of the arrangement. "You will have time after that to go to the beauty parlour, before you are taken to Waverley for your train, so don't worry tonight about that sort of thing. Just pack for an overnight, we'll discuss what you need in a minute. Does that make things easier for you?"

His understanding of her needs, and his anticipation of her little female requirements once again impressed Suzanne. "That takes a load from my mind Sir, thank you."

"OK Suzanne, thank YOU. Has Ian explained the purpose of the trip?"

"Only in the most basic terms Sir. I understand that Mr Solomon and I will be dining with a client that we are trying to influence, and that a little flattery or more may be required."

"Well put Suzanne, that is the essence of the matter. I want to check that you are happy with that outline before we proceed. Are you prepared to do what is necessary to achieve our ends in this matter?"

The question caught Suzanne a little by surprise in its bluntness and candour. She realised that Graham Leicester was asking her if she was prepared to sleep with a complete stranger if necessary, to let some unknown man use her body if required, to achieve whatever business objective suited the company. The thought sent butterflies flying in her stomach, and her nipples stiffened with the thought of what may happen to her in less than 24 hours time.

"Mr Leicester, I realise that I have signed a contract, and that I am obliged by that contract to use whatever talents I have in your service. I am not only willing to keep my part of our bargain, I am looking forward to being of some genuine use to you and the company, and also to the adventure that that entails."

"Excellent Suzanne." Not even the distance of the telephone could keep the obvious pleasure from his voice, and Suzanne glowed with the knowledge that her answer had pleased her new boss. "Karl will fill you in on all the technical details in the morning, but I want you to be aware that for the next 36 hours, Karl has my full authority over you. You are to react to orders and instructions from Karl as if they came straight from me. Whatever he demands of you, you are to obey as if it were me making the demands. Is that clear?"

Suzanne answered in the way she had been taught. "Yes Mr Leicester, I understand."

"Good. Now for some personal instructions from me, so that you can pack appropriately. You will be staying and dining in a first class hotel in London. As my representative, I'd obviously like you to look at your best at all times – make me proud of you."

Again, Suzanne could not explain why comments like this left her in a warm glow of pleasure.

"For dinner, take something that is sophisticated but sexy. Something like the cocktail dress you wore to meet me last week." Suzanne couldn't believe that it was only a few days since this mad adventure had begun. She remembered how carefully she had dressed when meeting Graham Leicester for dinner the previous Friday, and the effect that her appearance had on him.

"If you choose to wear underwear, it should be exciting and provocative lingerie. Let Karl know if you need anything, he can make the necessary arrangements."

Suzanne replied that she was sure that she had everything that she needed in her own wardrobe.

"Take some nice night clothes, just in case they are needed – John tells me that you have a very sexy negligee that may be suitable. Do you know the one he means?"

Suzanne's breath caught as she remembered standing in front of John in her honeymoon negligee, which was almost totally transparent, whilst her husband encouraged her to display herself to him. Obviously, John had described everything to Graham, and she was almost more ashamed of him knowing than she was of her wanton behaviour in front of John.

"I know which one he means Mr Leicester, and I'll make sure I pack it, in case it is needed."

The reality of what she was facing was already exciting Suzanne, and she was quickly moistening as her husband's boss discussed the intimate details of her wardrobe and preparations with her. She looked at Ian again in the kitchen and saw that he was watching her intently and listening to her every word as she planned her first company duty as company whore. Ian was obviously and clearly excited at what he was seeing and hearing.

"Look at this as something of a test of your resolve, Suzanne." Graham continued. "We will discuss it in detail when you return, and I will be asking Karl and others how you performed, so remember to make me proud."

"I will be sure to do my best for you Sir" she responded, genuinely excited at the prospect facing her, wondering what the next 36 hours were to bring.

"Right Suzanne, I think you are ready. Report to my office immediately on your return on Thursday to let me know how things went for you. Good luck, and good night."

The 'phone went dead before she could respond. She replaced the receiver and looked up at her husband who was watching her expectantly. When he walked towards her, his erection evident in the tent at the front of his trousers, she shook her finger at him to stop his progress.

"Whoa there boy. My contract says that I have to put you under stoppage once I have received instructions. You'll have to wait until I get back."

At Ian's suddenly crestfallen look, she smiled at him to take the sting out of her words.

"Besides, I have to work tomorrow, and I have a lot of preparation to do first."

Ian watched her head towards the stairs, to pack. As he locked the house and followed her upstairs, he couldn't help thinking that being the husband of the company whore had its drawbacks as well as its compensations.

The EMT – Chapter Ten

It was 2:30 pm and Suzanne was on the train heading towards London at about 100m.p.h., and about exactly halfway there. She and Karl Solomon had boarded the train at Edinburgh Waverley station, found their seats in First Class, and had been comfortably seated when the whistle blew, and the train pulled out promptly at 12:30. Since then, she had read her magazine whilst Karl did some paper-work across from her, trying not to look too obviously at her legs. He'd now fallen asleep, rocked to oblivion by the monotonous hum of the train, and the gentle swaying from side to side as it cornered on the high-speed track.

Suzanne again went through the mental checklist in her head. It had started to form when her husband Ian had announced this business trip to her the previous evening, just before the 'phone call from Mr Graham Leicester which had ensured she was happy and willing to do her duty.

Item 1 – pack for the trip. Ticked. She thought through everything she expected to need, and ticked it off in her head as she remembered packing it in the carry-on suit carrier that was even now sitting in the luggage rack above her head. Make-up, jewellery, creams and lotions, day clothes, cocktail dress, lingerie, shoes, night wear, hair stuff, gym kit (she wondered if she'd get a chance to use the gym in the hotel), pills and tablets (she never went anywhere without strong pain-killers for the occasional migraine that she suffered, but remembered with pleasure that she hadn't suffered a serious attack since Emma had been born). As she ticked-off the cocktail dress, lingerie and negligee that were packed above her head, she couldn't help blushing at her choice and the intended use of the articles.

Item 2 – prepare everything for Emma to be left with a baby-sitter for two days. Ticked. She had panicked about leaving Emma; laying out clothes, drawing up schedules, planning meals, piling up toys, all before she was able to get to bed last night and spend a restless night wondering what today would bring. She realised now that she needn't have worried. When Ms / Nurse Pyrford had arrived at 6:00 am this morning, she had been professionalism itself, and taken everything in her stride. Suzanne smiled as she thought of Emma's bright face when she had woken this morning to find that she was going to spend two whole days with her new friend. Suzanne also had a little tear of regret that her daughter could see her leave 'for work' with such apparent ease. Children were amazingly promiscuous with their affections, she thought, and then blushed again at the idea of her own impending promiscuity.

Item 3 – get to the office by 09:00 for a briefing by Karl Solomon. Ticked. She remembered the excited look on Ian's face as he had left her outside the door to Karl's office at 9:00 am this morning. She had risen at 5:00 am to get ready, fiddling about straightening the house, checking her packing, preparing for Ms Pyrford's arrival at 6:00, and then getting herself dressed and ready. Ian had enjoyed watching her dress for work; professional, chic, smart, sexy. She had chosen her clothes for the day carefully. On the surface, the very epitome of the professional woman, with just a hint of the sexuality beneath. Ian had particularly liked the dark tan seamed stockings she had chosen to wear beneath the smart blue suit, and the transparent blouse she wore under the jacket. They had driven in to the office together; Suzanne with her packed case in the boot of the car, Ian with just his briefcase for a normal day at the office. It had been too early in the morning for any in depth discussion of what was likely to happen tonight, but the air in the car had been charged with an intense sexual edge as Suzanne and Ian kept their own thoughts about the situation. 

Item 4 - get briefed by Karl Solomon for this evening's adventure. Ticked. When she had entered his office, Karl had given her the history about Mr Tim Truman, the important client that they were dining with this evening. He owned a major manufacturing plant in the midlands, and made extensive use of Ruler Electronics products, including CCTV and remote monitoring systems on his production line. He was planning a new production unit in the Middle East, and was threatening to go to a Korean competitor for similar products and services. The contract was worth millions, and Ruler Electronics was prepared to go to any lengths to keep this customer. Karl was meeting him on an entirely different matter, related to the UK licensing, but it was hoped that Suzanne would be able to impress him enough to turn the procurement decision for the Middle East factory in Ruler's favour.

Item 5 – Beauty Salon appointment as promised by Graham Leicester. Ticked. After briefing by Karl, she had been taken to the salon, where she had been pampered, topped and tailed (hair, manicure, pedicure, make-up) for two and a half hours, before being taken back to the office to join Karl for the trip to the railway station. When she had arrived back at Karl's office, he had insisted on carrying out a visual inspection of her new coiffure and dress, and made her twirl for him in the office. Until he fell asleep a few minutes ago, he had been unable to take his eyes off her. Suzanne felt like she had been sitting across from a lecherous voyeur for the last two hours, but in her new more receptive persona, it had also made her feel good.

Item 6 – get to London. In progress. She looked at her watch again and calculated that they had another two hours or so before arrival at London Kings Cross, and then they'd have a short taxi ride to their hotel in Park Lane. Dinner was planned for 8:00 pm after cocktails at 7:30, so there should be plenty of time for Suzanne to complete her preparations and get dressed for dinner.

Item 7 – seduce Mr Tim Truman. She didn't even want to think about that, but the real reason for her being here kept intruding into her thoughts. She had no idea what this person looked like, or how far she would be asked (told, she reminded herself) to go. The idea that she was at the absolute beck and call of first, Karl Solomon, and second, if he so commanded, the unknown Mr Tim Truman, was both daunting and exciting for Suzanne. She remembered Graham Leicester's quiet but powerful instructions on the phone the previous evening, his call to 'make him proud of her'. Whatever she was going to do, would be reported back to Mr Leicester, and the thought that she was here to do his bidding and to please him sent a shiver of pleasure through her, and started a tingle between the legs that she had crossed so demurely in front of her.

Karl Solomon yawned and stretched across from her, and blinked his eyes open. As soon as he could focus, he took in the vision sitting opposite. Suzanne sat before him dressed in her smart blue suit, the jacket unbuttoned, and showing the silky cream blouse she wore beneath. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, the blouse was transparent and he could clearly see the naked cleavage between her breasts through the gap in the unbuttoned jacket. Her legs were crossed, right over left, with her magazine spread open across her thighs, and her right foot tucked behind her left calf; the long heel of her shoe visible a few inches above the floor of the compartment. With her legs crossed in so ladylike a fashion, he had a tantalising view up her skirt under her right thigh, but was unable to see as far as the stocking tops that he was certain were there.

He watched her for a minute or two, before looking at his watch to check the train's progress towards London. They had about 90 minutes to go, and Karl wondered why he didn't make the remainder of the trip somewhat more entertaining.

"Why don't you take off your jacket, make yourself more comfortable?" he asked across the aisle in a quiet voice, so as not to be heard by the only other two passengers in the first class compartment; two businessmen sitting at the far end of the carriage.

Suzanne's response was a polite "No, thanks, I am really quite comfortable."

Karl's voice tightened slightly. "No Suzanne. Why don't you take off your jacket and make yourself more comfortable?" This time, the insistence in his voice made his imperative clear to Suzanne. She quickly thought through the implications of what she now realised he had instructed her to do.

The blouse Suzanne had chosen was one she only ever wore beneath a jacket, and then only usually with a lacy bra or camisole. It was very light and filmy, and very see-through, so impractical for wearing without a jacket on top or a camisole or bra beneath. Today, just as Karl had suspected, she was wearing neither; she had chosen to leave off the usual undergarments to start her new career. Removing her jacket would expose her nearly naked breasts to Karl's intent gaze, as well as to anyone else passing through the carriage. It was not the type of exhibitionistic behaviour that she was used to, but she was discovering a lot about herself recently.

Suzanne also realised that being 'asked' to remove her jacket by the overly attentive Karl was also giving her quite a thrill. She knew she couldn't refuse, and resigning herself to this being the start of her adventure, she smiled across at the leering Karl, said "Of course Mr Solomon", put her magazine to one side, and started to shrug out of her jacket.

A real thrill of power shot through Karl as he watched the sexy Suzanne reach up to open her jacket, before sliding first one shoulder and arm from the sleeve, and then the other. As she carefully folded the jacket and placed it on the seat next to her, and then leaned back into her own seat, with her hands folded in her lap, Karl drank in the sight of her very visible braless breasts, through the thin transparent silk of her blouse. The knowledge that he had caused this exposure with nothing more than a mild directive to her increased the excitement for him, and he felt his cock begin to swell. His quick eyes had also not missed the lightning flash of her stocking tops as she first uncrossed, and then re-crossed her legs as she slid forwards on the seat to remove her jacket.

Suzanne could feel his eyes drinking her in, and felt the first sexual stirrings of her own passion as she sat defiantly displayed to this man in such a public place. From the corner of her eye, she also recognised that her movement had attracted the attention of one of the businessmen in the carriage, who was not so subtly staring at her reflection in the window. As she looked towards his own reflection, their eyes locked briefly, before he speedily drew his eyes away from hers, to stare again at her tits. She sat completely still, letting him study her as he wanted.

Karl took in every detail of her display, and found himself wanting to extend his power over her by making her show herself to others as he was seeing her. He started to hope that the guard, or some other passengers, would walk through the carriage and see her like this. And then he had a better idea.

He drew out his wallet from his hip pocket (doing so also allowed him to surreptitiously adjust himself to hide his growing erection), and pulled a twenty-pound note from the wallet. Leaning over to Suzanne, he offered it to her, and said,

"Why don't you stretch your legs and get us a drink from the buffet car? I think you'll find it a couple of carriages forward from here. Gin and Tonic for me, you get whatever you want."

Suzanne recognised immediately what he was up to, and again both enjoyed and resented her own inability to do anything to prevent his exercising his power over her. She silently took the note, and then looked down at her jacket lying on the seat beside her, before looking back into his eyes with a questioning look.

"Do I assume Mr Solomon, that you will not want me to take my jacket with me?"

"You assume correctly Suzanne" he replied, "but don't be too long, I shall miss you whilst you are gone."

Suzanne gave in to the inevitability of the situation, rose and smoothed her skirt over her hips, and then stepped out into the aisle heading to the front of the train. As she stepped away from him, Karl couldn't help thinking that she looked like every man's wet dream of a travelling companion; young, athletic, beautifully and tastefully dressed and made-up, but with her pink nipples and breasts showing clearly through the thin silk of her blouse. He watched her ass sway as she walked away from him, her heels clicking, seams enticing and head held high. Her route forwards in the car took her past the businessman whose weary trip to London had suddenly become much more exciting. He ogled her blatantly as she stepped down the aisle towards him. The automatic door at the end of the carriage opened for her, and swallowed her up as both the unknown businessman and Karl reached down and squeezed themselves in their excitement.




The EMT Ch. 10



The next carriage was second-class, and Suzanne walked carefully down the centre aisle, trying to maintain her balance on her high heels in the swaying train. The compartment was full of a miscellany of travellers, but they all noted Suzanne, either as she approached for those facing aft, or after she had passed for those facing forwards. Every man in the compartment was blasted out of travel induced lethargy by her presence, and some of those whose eyes were shut and mouths open in sleep were jolted awake by a companion's elbow to see the vision of her as she walked slowly up the train. Suzanne had never made such a stunning impact on a room full of people in her life, and she found she was enjoying the obvious slack-jawed stares of the men as she passed them.

The next carriage was the buffet car, where a few habitual drinkers were standing around the bar. Every eye turned to take her in as she approached the bar and claimed the steward's attention. Conversations that had been vibrant before her arrival, clammed up, but no one wanted to whistle or attract her attention for fear of breaking the spell that she seemed to cast. Even the obviously camp and effeminate steward couldn't help admiring the way she looked, and quickly dispensed the two G&Ts she ordered, barely taking his eyes off her as he gave her change. Then it was time to turn around and head back to Karl, walking the gauntlet once again in reverse.

Going back with a gin and tonic in each hand was an even harder balancing act, but Suzanne made it back without incident. By the time she dropped into the seat opposite Karl and handed him his drink, she was flushed with the attention she had received on her little excursion, and her nipples had erected into little peaks beneath her thin shirt. She took a strong pull on her own drink, and gulped down the refreshing cold liquor, amazed at how exciting she had found her little excursion. She had felt totally exposed every step of the way.

As they sipped their respective drinks, Karl continued to stare unabashedly at Suzanne, who found his intense stare was both intrusive and exciting. After a few seconds, he spoke to her.

"You really are an amazing looking woman Suzanne. Perhaps the prettiest I have ever seen; certainly the sexiest. You are exciting me incredibly just by sitting there."

Again, Suzanne found herself blushing at the unexpected compliment, and she nervously re-crossed her legs, noting the darting look that Karl gave her knees as she did so. The power she had to attract this man's attention, in opposition to the power he had over her, able to make her do his bidding, was an amazing aphrodisiac for her.

"Very, very nice Suzanne," continued Karl, "Did you enjoy your little walk down the train?"

Suzanne smiled and thought about her response, aware of the heat between her legs, and then decided to stick to her policy of complete honesty.

"I found it surprisingly stimulating Mr Solomon," she admitted. "Being so.....so exposed in a public place is a relatively new experience for me. One I would never have the courage or nerve to do by myself. But, being made to do it, not having a choice in the matter, I found it very exciting, quite new, and certainly enjoyable, yes."

Karl smiled in his turn. Suzanne really was a most refreshingly submissive and open woman. He was finding the experience of accompanying her much more pleasant and exciting than even he had expected.

"You are to remain dressed like that until we reach London Suzanne. I am tempted to take things further, but I'm mindful that we have a duty to do when we arrive, and it wouldn't do to get ahead of ourselves. Maybe we can play a little more on our return journey."

Suzanne was surprised to find that she was actually disappointed that Karl was content just to look at her for the remainder of the journey, but she contented herself with imagining what lay ahead; now she had both this evening and the return journey to think about.

Ninety minutes later, Karl helped Suzanne manoeuvre her suitcase on to the platform, and he and Suzanne, who was now once again discreetly covered by her suit jacket, headed off to the taxi rank, and from there, to the Park Lane Hilton.

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Suzanne looked around her room, more a suite she thought. She was on the eighteenth floor of the impressive hotel, with a large living room and study as well as a superbly fitted bedroom and bathroom. From the lounge, she had an excellent view across Park Lane to Hyde Park through the two large square windows that stretched from ceiling to floor, and that were impressively draped in coffee and cream colours.

She walked around the room, examining the fittings, and switching on the radio for a little background music. She felt decadent and wicked as she poured herself a glass of the champagne that had been opened by the manager that had shown her to her room. Karl was in an adjoining suite, but the connecting doors were locked she was pleased to find as she tried the handle. She could just hear the occasional noise as he unpacked and settled himself in.

She took her glass of bubbly into the bedroom, where her case was already unzipped and open, lying on one of those collapsible suitcase racks that you only see in hotels, waiting for her to unpack it. The bellhop must have unzipped the case when he delivered it a few minutes earlier, and she blushed as she saw her wedding night negligee lying on top of the neatly folded clothes in the case. The sight of this flimsy negligee brought her back to her senses, and she checked her watch. She had about an hour to unpack and dress for dinner, before joining Karl to go and meet the unknown Mr Tim Truman. She took another sip at the wine, before reluctantly putting down the glass and starting to unpack and organise her things.

Forty-five minutes later, Suzanne stepped into her dress, buttoned the choker neck behind her, and zipped herself in, to complete her preparations for her first official duty as company hostess. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, pushed back a lock of hair that had fallen out of place, and admired her reflection in the looking glass.

Suzanne had chosen a different cocktail dress to the one she had worn to dine with Graham Leicester last week. At the time, she had thought this dress too daring to wear to meet her husband's boss. Now it seemed perfect for the occasion. This dress was also black, and quite unusual. Suzanne had bought it in a little favourite shop in Edinburgh, but had never had the courage to wear it before. It had a hoop of black material that went around her neck, buttoning at the back, like a choker, from which a lace appliqué in the shape of an inverted "Y" dropped at her front, down across her chest. The rest of the dress was suspended from the lower two arms of this inverted "Y", cleverly continuing the line as the top of the dress went under her arms and descended to a low back behind her. In front, the dress plunged between her breasts, almost to her navel, appearing to be cut out beneath the lace appliqué, which supported it, and drawing attention to her cleavage. The rest of the dress was simple and figure hugging, made of rich heavy silk, and cut to about four inches above her knees, leaving most of her long legs exposed. All Suzanne wore with the dress were some diamond drop earrings, a pair of high heeled black shoes and the little black thong that she considered essential, given her growing excitement as the time neared for her duties to begin. Suzanne had foregone wearing stockings, leaving her legs tanned, naked and natural.

She loved the overall impression, and was continuing to appraise herself in the mirror when the bell to her room rang and drew her out of her mostly satisfied self-examination. When she opened the door to the apartment, Karl was standing outside, already dressed in relaxed slacks and blazer, but looking every inch the smart casual businessman. She opened the door for him, and he stepped into the apartment, whistling quietly in appreciation of Suzanne's appearance. They walked into the living room / study of the suite, and Suzanne twirled for him and asked if he thought she would do.

"Quite charming my dear. Sensational" was his verdict. "Are you ready to go up?" Suzanne nodded nervously, picked up her little black clutch bag, and took Karl's offered arm to be escorted to the hotel lifts. They took the lift to the 28th floor, where the hotel offered one of the city's best restaurants, and even better views. Arriving early for their meeting, they seated themselves at a low table near the modern looking bar and ordered cocktails and examined menus whilst they awaited the arrival of Mr Tim Truman.

Karl couldn't help himself examining Suzanne again as they chatted. Seated at the low table near the bar, her skirt had risen to display even more of those shapely thighs, and as she leaned forward to lift her drink, her dress gaped slightly to allow a glimpse of the perfect curves of her breasts and cleavage. He was already envying his client, when that gentleman arrived on the scene, and Karl stood to greet him, and introduce him to Suzanne, posing as his assistant.

As Suzanne remained seated to be introduced, she looked for the first time at the man she was to seduce, and she was barely able to stifle a shiver that threatened to run through her.

Tim Truman at first glance reminded her of an older version of Billy Bunter. He had gingery blond hair that was swept across his forehead in no particular style, beneath which a pair of small piggy eyes peered myopically through the thick lenses of a pair of framed spectacles. His round face was smooth shaven and slightly pink, and as he smiled at her, his cheeks dimpled in pleasure as if he had just taken a big bite out of a pork pie. He was dressed in obviously expensive clothes, which he wore badly, and was, to say the least, a little on the chubby side. He did not at all strike Suzanne as a dynamic entrepreneur businessman, with a rapidly expanding and successful manufacturing business.

All this information Suzanne processed as Tim reached across the little table to shake her hand. He was obviously immediately stricken by Suzanne's appearance, and held onto her hand longer than was necessary, as if mesmerised by her beauty, and she felt his little eyes scan her from head to toe before he finally released her. She was surprised that his handshake had not been cold and clammy, but instead had been firm and confident. His voice, too, had belied his appearance, and he spoke clearly as he told Suzanne how pleased he was to meet her. As he sat down beside Suzanne whilst Karl drew the attention of the bar steward, Suzanne wondered if she would ever be able to go through with her commitment to Graham Leicester, and give herself to this man. She fervently hoped that the ultimate sacrifice would not be called for, and she reminded herself to be as charming and pleasant to him as she could be in an attempt to avoid having him use her.

They chatted over cocktails, studied the menus again, and ordered their meals and wine, before the maitre d' called them to their table, where the wine had been opened and the starters prepared. Suzanne found herself sitting between the two men in a semi-circular booth, facing one of the large windows that gave the Windows restaurant its name. From the 28th floor, the view across London was impressive, with the city centre to their left, and Knightsbridge to their right. In between they could see Hyde Park Corner, the bottom end of Park Lane, and even down into the gardens of Buckingham Palace a few hundred yards away.

As Suzanne slid into the semi-circular booth, she was conscious of both Karl's and Tim's eyes on her legs, as she tried to maintain a degree of decorum and modesty. They then slipped easily to either side of her, and the waiting Maitre d'pushed the circular table back towards them.

Dinner was excellent, as was the wine, and throughout the meal, Karl and Tim talked business across Suzanne. Every now and then, Suzanne was able to contribute to the conversation, using some of the information that she had learned from Karl in her morning briefing. She was aware of Karl's pleasure when she was able to do so, and on one occasion, he gave her thigh a congratulatory pat under the table when she delicately reminded Tim of a particular clause in his contract. She also concentrated throughout on being very friendly and charming with Tim, even flirting with him a little when the opportunity arose.

As the business talk went on, Suzanne found herself becoming more and more impressed with Tim, starting to see signs of the shrewd businessman through the overgrown schoolboy external appearance. Despite her first impression, he was clearly a sharp cookie, and she recognised and respected some of his tactics as a buyer, avoiding issues he didn't want to face, and steering the conversation to those areas he was most comfortable talking about. The business chat was initially restricted to discussion of the UK licences, and didn't touch on the new contract for the Middle East until coffee was being served. It was Karl who steered them onto the more pressing subject, at least as far as Ruler Electronics was concerned, as soon as they appeared to have reached agreement on the UK licences.

"How are things going in the Middle East Tim? Suzanne is going to be involved in working on our tender, and I'm sure she would be delighted to find out a little more about your plans at first hand so to speak."

As Karl mentioned Suzanne's involvement in the contract tender, Tim's face brightened, and he looked around at Suzanne with a big smile.

"Well, I'm delighted to hear you will be involved Suzanne. It will give me great pleasure to deal with you in the future – I just hope that your company can be competitive, and that it won't all be a waste of time for you at the end of the day."

Suzanne smiled back and remembered her briefing. "Oh, I am confident that you will find us competitive," she replied, "and we are determined to go all the way in meeting your needs and requirements. I am 100% committed to your project, and hope we can develop the very successful relationship we already have with you into something even more mutually satisfying." She wondered if she had overdone the innuendo, but was relieved when Tim appeared to pick up the baton, and return in the same vein.

"Excellent. I am sure you will do your very best to serve me. However, I have to warn you that you are up against very stiff competition, and you will need to pull out all the stops to be successful." Tim's beady little eyes sparkled with humour as he continued. "I am satisfied with our relationship thus far, which counts in your favour against the opposition, but we will need to become much more intimate bedfellows to overcome the advantage they have on their home ground. How do you propose to meet that challenge?"

Suzanne's sales experience helped as she continued the game and replied. "Of course, I haven't had a chance to do all my research yet, having only recently become involved in the project, but it seems to me that you have had a very good look at us in the past, have liked what you have seen so far, and I know that you will like what we have left to show you. You must match that past experience, and our promise for the future, against the leap into the dark that our competition represents."

As Tim nodded and smiled at the continuing innuendo, it was Karl's turn to get involved. "Tim, I'm delighted that we have resolved any outstanding issues around the UK licences tonight, and I'm pleased that I've had a chance to introduce you to Suzanne, who I am sure you will be seeing a lot more of," here he almost winked. "I'm sure that Suzanne will entertain you in return for some of your thoughts on the Middle East tender, but I have a couple of business calls to make, and an early start. Will you please excuse me if I leave you in the tender hands of my assistant for the remainder of the evening?"

Tim nodded assent, and Karl stood to shake hands, before leaning over to Suzanne and kissing her cheek. As he did so, he quietly whispered, "Over to you Suzanne. Do what you need to do."

Karl took his leave, and Suzanne watched his retreating back as she drew a large breath and turned back to Tim with a warm smile.

"So Tim, what can you tell me about the Middle East expansion of your company?"

As she spoke, she turned her upper body towards him, which drew her knees slightly towards his, causing a light contact between them for the first time since he had shaken her hand on arrival. Rather than draw her knee back from the contact, she let it linger there, and she gave all her attention to what he had to say to her.

Tim started to tell her about his plans for the Middle East manufacturing plant. He told her where it was to be, the benefit of locating it there, the lower cost of employment (wage arbitrage he called it, a term that was new to Suzanne), and he described how this was just a first step. He was clearly enthusiastic about his company and his subject, and Suzanne was proving to be a good and enthusiastic listener. He was conscious of the slight pressure and heat of her knee against his own, and he was very conscious that he was sitting with a most attractive woman, who was interested in whatever he had to say, and whose dress gaped delightfully whenever she reached forward for her wine glass or coffee cup, and whose eyes sparkled, deliciously reflecting the candlelight from the table. Suzanne made the right noises at the right times, and kept him talking, and kept listening to him, and kept reaching for her glass, which had been twice refilled by the waiter before Tim even realised.

They had chatted for nearly 20 minutes, which felt like 2 minutes to Tim, when Suzanne's little clasp purse started to vibrate and dance across the table. They both looked at it in surprise before Suzanne realised that her mobile phone had started to ring within it. With an apologetic look towards Tim, she reached for it with the intention of switching it off when she saw the name "Graham Leicester" on the screen. Her pulse instantly quickened, and again apologetic, she said to Tim, "Please excuse me, I'd better get this, it's my boss".

Suzanne answered the phone, and heard Mr Graham Leicester's deep strong, but quiet voice in her ear.

"Hello Suzanne, answer only when spoken to. Karl has called me and said you are getting on famously with our client. Is he sitting there with you now?"

"Yes Sir" Suzanne couldn't stop herself falling into her familiar mode of address to the man who had made her his slave. Tim was thinking it was rather charming that she called her boss Sir.

"Good Suzanne" Graham continued, "Karl has told me you look fantastic, and I have had Ian give me a description of your dress, it sounds great, I wish I was there to see it for myself. By the way, Ian is sitting with me now, we are having a little drink after work."

Suzanne heard Graham take the phone from his ear, and a muted Ian saying "Hello darling" as if from a distance. And then she heard from Graham again.

"Whilst I talk, I'd like you to reach up and rub your chest, between your breasts, as if you have a little itch. Do it naturally. Do it now."

Suzanne felt her breath quicken, as she understood the meaning of his words. Her left hand automatically lifted, and gently stroked the bare skin of her chest, right between her breasts, in the plunging neck of her cocktail dress. She blushed slightly as she felt, rather than saw, Tim watch the movement.

"I assume you are doing as you've been told Suzanne, and that Tim is watching you" continued Graham. "Now the itch has moved slightly, just to the inside of your breast. Let your fingers slip beneath the neck of your dress to scratch it, on your breast under your dress. Make your lovely little breast move for Tim to see. Whilst you are doing it, tell him you'll only be a few minutes. Do it now."




The EMT Ch. 10



Suzanne was starting to find this remote control of her actions and behaviour intensely exciting. She could imagine Ian sitting with Graham listening to him giving her instructions for the benefit of Tim. She could feel her own colour rising as she became increasingly embarrassed at her situation, and she could feel Tim's eyes watching her intently.

With the phone still held to her ear as if listening to her boss, she did as commanded, and let the fingertips of her left hand slip beneath the edge of her dress neckline to scratch softly at the inside of her breast, causing her tit to jiggle noticeably. As she did, and as she felt her nipples begin to erect in response, she looked at Tim and mouthed an apology. "I'll only be a couple of minutes Tim, sorry" she said, loud enough to be heard by Tim and by Graham at the other end of the phone.

Tim reluctantly dragged his eyes away from her chest as she spoke to him, and then as she returned to her one-sided conversation with Graham, let his eyes drop again to study the liquid movement of her breast as she continued to rub at her skin.

"I'm now assuming that you have attracted Tim's attention." Graham's quiet voice continued in the ear away from Tim. "For the rest of this phone call, refer to me as Master."

Suzanne's breathing actually stopped for a second, and she ceased the light scratching and rubbing of her skin that she had been doing so apparently nonchalantly for the last few seconds. The blood rushed to her face, and to the skin of her cleavage, and she could feel a hot weal of redness appear where she had been rubbing as she realised that Graham was going to humiliate and embarrass her in front of Tim.

"Did you hear what I said slut?" demanded her tormentor and Master.

"Yes Si...mm.....master" she mumbled, with growing embarrassment.

Tim heard the word, and his eye quickly darted up to her face, where she avoided his gaze. Tim wasn't so school boyish and innocent not to recognise that there was some serious sexual game going on here. He wondered if whoever was on the other end of the phone call, her 'boss' as she had described him, was aware that she was with someone. His attention aroused, he listened and watched intently, recognising Suzanne's embarrassed blush, but now very interested in how this developed.

Suzanne swallowed, and was aware of how humiliated and excited she felt. Her nipples were now very erect, and her breathing had restarted, and she found she was almost panting to supply the oxygen her body needed.

"Now Suzanne, whilst I speak to you, reach up and run your fingers through your hair and rub the back of your neck." She did as he ordered, aware that the movement thrust her breasts out even more, to the delight of Tim. Graham continued.

"Repeat exactly what I say after every pause, Suzanne. Starting now. Yes Master, I am looking forward to seeing you tomorrow." Graham paused as Suzanne swallowed. After a second, she repeated his words, as quietly as she could, but still loud enough for Tim to hear. He was by now watching intently, fascinated by the situation he found himself in. Suzanne risked looking at him, and their eyes met, Tim's full of questions, and Suzanne's full of embarrassment and apology.

Graham listened to her repeating his words, and then continued.

"Yes Master. I will be good, I promise. I will be prepared for you."

Again Suzanne quietly repeated the words. The humiliation she was feeling was already making her aware of the dampness between her legs, and she still rubbed the back of her neck as last instructed by Graham.

"Good Suzanne. If Tim hasn't yet run away, then he will be immensely intrigued. You don't need to repeat this." He chuckled at the end of the phone, imagining Suzanne continuing to repeat his words. "When we finish this call, answer any of Tim's questions with absolute honesty and do anything he asks you to do, with one exception. If he asks whom you were talking to, you are to say that you were talking to your lover, and your Master, but you are not to let him know that I am from Ruler. Is that clear?" "Yes Master".

"OK, well if that's clear, enjoy the rest of your evening." Click, the phone went dead, and Suzanne looked at it in shock and surprise, as if it had broken. Embarrassed, she switched the phone off and replaced it in her purse, and turned back to Tim.

He couldn't resist commenting. "Well that sounded interesting. Who was that if you don't mind me asking?"

Suzanne remembered her instructions.

"It was my lover," she started, and paused, "and my Master." As she said this latter word, she cast her eyes down in embarrassment and humiliation. She was aware that by not objecting to his first personal question, she had just opened the door for Tim to ask whatever he liked as a follow-up, and she would be obligated to answer him truthfully, masking only the position of Graham as her boss at Ruler Electronics. She realised that Graham had deliberately initiated a situation that Tim could choose to exploit, if he was sharp enough to realise it. At the same time, Graham was making this personal between her, Tim and an anonymous lover, and distancing the company from any possible repercussion or involvement.

"I thought you said that it was your boss?" was Tim's natural follow-up.

Suzanne grimaced and thought fast. "I sometimes call him that for the sake of my girlfriends. I don't want them asking too many questions. But he isn't actually my boss at work, although he does boss me."

"And you are seeing him tomorrow?" pressed Tim. "How will you be 'prepared'?" He decided to risk the question after not being told to mind his own business in response to his first gentle enquiries.

Suzanne was still looking down at her knees, aware of the situation she was now in, excited by this long-distance control being exercised by Graham Leicester.

"Yes, I am expecting to see him tomorrow. He likes me to be dressed a certain way, and he likes, .......he likes me to be submissive." She was barely able to choke out the admission, aware that to satisfy Graham's demand for honesty without revealing his identity was likely to require some creativity on her part.

Tim was starting to feel quite good about the way this was tending to go. He nearly licked his lips. 

"How does he like you to dress? Do you enjoy submitting to him? Look at me when you answer." He was growing in confidence, and reached over and tucked his finger under her chin, pulling her head up, and looking directly into Suzanne's eyes.

Suzanne wondered how best to respond. She was under strict orders to be totally honest, she was also under orders to seduce this man and win his business for the company, and she had to keep secret that the lover and Master she was referring to was actually the CEO of the company that employed her, and supplied this man with expensive equipment, this man who was rapidly taking charge of the situation she found herself in. She decided again on honesty, filling in what gaps existed from her fertile imagination. She looked into his eyes.

"He likes me to dress provocatively.....to be available and visible most of the time," she admitted after a short delay, "and yes, I enjoy submitting to him, although it is something within me that I have only just discovered. It is a fairly new experience for me."

Tim could not believe his luck. Here was this wet dream of a beautiful girl who seemed unable to resist answering his increasingly personal questions about her private and intimate life without being totally frank and honest with him. He decided to keep getting more personal and private with her until she kicked back against him, which she had so far failed to do.

"What do you mean, provocative? Visible how? And how submissive are you with him?" Tim's piggy little eyes were focussed on her, and she started to feel like she was under examination.

"My lover and Master," she started, thinking that it wasn't strictly true that Graham was her lover, "likes me to not wear underwear. He has always insisted that I don't wear a bra in his presence. He likes other men to look at me. I am submissive in that I do whatever he tells me to do. We have never reached a limit that I haven't been able to comply with. But our relationship is relatively young."

Now Tim did lick his lips, aware of the dryness of his mouth. "Did he give you orders on the phone? Do you have some specific instructions from him? Is that why you are being so straight with me?"

Suzanne's eyes were starting to fill with her shame and humiliation. She blinked, and a small tear rolled down her cheek. She had never felt so alone, so intellectually exposed and so much controlled by a man – not the man who was asking her questions, but the man who had told her how to reply.

"Yes. I have some orders." She was reluctant to say more, but Tim pressed again.

"And what are those orders?"

"He knows I am with a business contact. I am ordered to answer all of your questions truthfully."

By now Suzanne's chin was again resting on her chest, her eyes cast down. Tim reached across and made her look at him again.

"Tell me Suzanne, are you wearing panties?"

For some reason, the question shocked her. Again, she was powerless to do anything but tell the truth.

"Yes Sir" her voice was quiet, submissive. "I am wearing a thong."

By now, Tim knew that the opportunity of a lifetime was sitting next to him. He wondered how to exploit the power he had been given by this unknown Master.

"Does your Master punish you? I heard you say that you would be good tomorrow. Are you punished if you are bad?" Tim's cock was stiffening as the situation unfolded, and as he started to realise the power he had.

Suzanne again wondered how to answer. She had barely known Graham long enough to be good or bad, but she knew that he would want her to find an answer.

"He has beaten me, yes." She remembered with pleasure how he had slapped her ass after she had let John fuck her. "He threatens to punish me if I fail to please. But I am determined that that will not be necessary. I always aim to please him."

Tim was pleased with the answer. He thought carefully about what she had said before asking his next question.

"Were there any other orders or instructions? Tell me."

Suzanne realised that they were about to cross another bridge. She must answer truthfully. She must tell him that she had been ordered to do anything he told her to do. Once she had answered, Tim would have almost complete power over her; to do with her whatever he willed. All the events of the last few days were now boiling down to her next few words. This was her Rubicon. She took a deep breath, and replied.

"Yes. I was ordered to obey you whatever you demanded of me. I was told to do anything you asked of me."

As Suzanne spoke the words, a kind of emotional release happened, and the last few words were almost sobbed out of her. She was acutely aware of her state of excitement; of the wetness between her legs.

Tim took the advantage she had given him. "Suzanne, you are a very lovely woman. It would be remiss of me not to play my part; not to do as your Master clearly wants me to do. Look at me, and stop rubbing your neck."

Suzanne realised that her left arm was still raised, her fingers rubbing the back of her neck. She stopped, and dropped her hand to her lap.

"Now Suzanne, you must answer me truthfully. If I understand you correctly, your Master has ordered you to obey my every command. This means that I could take very real advantage of you. It seems that your Master wants me to do so. I certainly want to do so. Is it your wish that I make use of the advantage that he has given me? Do your wishes matter in this case?"

Tim sat back after speaking the questions to her in a quiet intimate voice, leaning towards her. He now waited for her response. For her part, Suzanne was imagining Graham and her husband Ian sitting in an Edinburgh bar, drinking and chatting and wondering what was happening to her. She knew that she wanted to do whatever Graham wanted her to do, to please him and make him proud of her as he had asked. She knew she had to answer honestly, but what was the honest answer? Her first impression of Tim had not been good, but he had grown on her during dinner, and there was a whole different dimension here. She did the best she could under the circumstances.

"My feelings are unimportant, as you rightly suppose, I have already learned that much. I wish to please my Master above all other concerns. It is clear that he wants me to be in this position, and he has made his wish clear that he would like me to do as you wish. Therefore I have no choice but to want you to use your advantage; to use me as you desire."

Now she had put it in plain English. She had invited this relative stranger to use her as he wished. She had made it perfectly clear that she was at his disposal. The thought made her clench her thighs together as a shiver of excitement and abandon sped through her. Once again, she felt the freedom that complete servitude and submission brought her. Tim's response was predictable and simple.

"Take me to your room Suzanne."

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The trip to her room was taken in silence, although Tim stood close to her in the elevator, and when they were on their own, actually reached over and placed his hand on the cheek of her ass, feeling the heat of her through the thin material of the skirt. She submitted to his touch in silence. 

The doors opened at her floor, and she led the way down the corridor to her suite, Tim following and watching the roll of her hips and her natural bounce as she walked sexily in front of him. She avoided looking at him as she took her key card from her purse and opened the door, standing back to let Tim enter first. He walked straight ahead into the lounge / study area and looked around him as Suzanne closed the outer door and followed him into the room. She stood awkwardly, not knowing quite what to do.

"Perhaps we'd better have a drink Suzanne," Tim broke the silence, indicating the half bottle of champagne that was unopened on ice. Suzanne realized that her room had been 'turned down' whilst she was at dinner – the curtains were closed, fresh fruit and champagne had been left on the little table, along with chocolates.

Before she could respond, Tim had started to break the seal on the bubbly and expertly opened the bottle before filling the two glasses that were placed on coasters at the side. He handed one to her, raised his own, and toasted.

"To your Master," he said, raising his glass, "a very generous gentleman."

Suzanne could do nothing but respond, raising her own glass and sipping at the champagne, the fresh bubbles tickling her nose. As she drank, Tim removed his jacket, and settled himself down into the large soft settee that was central in the room.

"Now Suzanne, why don't you stand here," he indicated the space just in front of him, "and show me that thong you told me you were wearing?"

On the trip from the restaurant, Tim had decided to take things easily at first, still unsure of his real position.

Suzanne stepped in front of him, her mouth dry despite the champagne, put her glass on the table behind her and then stood still, her hands toying with the hem of her dress at each side of her, as if unsure what to do. Tim just stared at her expectantly, and she realised that this was the start of her submission to Tim, and more importantly, the start of her submission by proxy to Graham. After a few seconds, she slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal the long length of her tanned thighs, Tim's eyes following the hem, until the soft bulge of her pubis behind the silky black thong appeared at the join of her legs. She continued to raise the skirt until her flat stomach above appeared, up to her navel. Here she stopped, and Tim whistled softly.

Suzanne felt extremely exposed and humiliated, standing there displaying herself to this virtual stranger. She was very conscious of her own beauty, aware of the picture she was presenting to him. Many women in a similar situation would worry if their tummy was flat enough, or if their hips bulged slightly too much, or if their tan lines were showing; but Suzanne had the confidence in her own appearance for these things not to worry her. All she felt was the intense heat and shame of her own behaviour, and it focussed in her crutch, where she could feel her juices flowing and her pussy lips, as yet concealed, swelling with and opening with desire.

"Now turn around for me Suzanne," ordered Tim. She slowly rotated, allowing him to see the cheeks of her ass with the thin strip of her thong disappearing between them. As she stood facing away from him, her ass exposed, she felt him move, and then the soft exploring feel of his fingers as he felt across the taut skin of her globes, feeling the exquisite curves of her bottom. She continued to stand facing away from him, feeling his touch and feeling her own increasing humiliation and excitement.

"What a lovely woman you are Suzanne. Perfect condition, perfect skin. I think we can lose the dress, don't you?"

Suzanne had been waiting for the order, and silently responded by releasing the hold on her skirt, and reaching both hands up behind her neck to undo the clasps that held the choker neck closed. She felt like a stripper as she released the zip at her side, and pulled the choker forwards and down, and then slowly wriggled out of the dress, pulling it down over her hips and letting it fall in a pool at her feet. She still stood facing away from Tim, who gently pushed one hip forward and pulled the other back, forcing her to turn to face him wearing only her thong. For the first time, Tim was able to enjoy the site of her breasts, which he thought lived up to all the promise they had offered as they had moved liquidly under her dress earlier in the evening. 

By now, Time was getting painfully hard and constrained in his trousers, and he reached down to adjust himself, quite unconscious of the movement and any effect it might have on Suzanne.

"You are really willing," he started as he stared at the beautiful woman standing nearly naked in front of him, "to do anything I ask of you, for the sake of your Master?"

"Yes Sir" replied Suzanne, the words catching in her throat. The addition of the word Sir surprised both Suzanne and Tim, and underlined Suzanne's submission to the chubby businessman. Suzanne knew that her pussy was now soaking wet with her excitement, her cheeks were flushed with her embarrassment and humiliation, and her nipples were erect and craving attention. 

"Then remove the thong" came the order, and as if in a dream, Suzanne found herself slipping her thumbs beneath the sides, and peeling away this last vestige of her modesty. After kicking away the final barrier, she stood totally naked before Tim Truman, a man she had met only a few short hours before, submissive, available and willing. She was aware of, and further humiliated by, her own excitement and scent. Stripped of its cover, the lips of her sex were visibly swollen and open, like a flower in full bloom, between her slightly parted legs. 

As an afterthought, and as a final gesture of her submission to Graham Leicester, and because she didn't know how else to stand before Tim's intense visual examination of her, she adopted the position that her Master had taught her, opened her legs further, and reached her arms behind her back, where each hand strove to grip the elbow of the other arm, thrusting her chest forwards, with her head bowed in submission.

Tim was overwhelmed; she was breathtaking in her beauty, her nudity and her stance. He stared at her for a full ten seconds before he awkwardly rose from the couch, his erection an obvious tent in his trousers, and he walked around her and examined her from every angle. She was a feast for his eyes and other senses; he could smell the musk of her female arousal, he could hear the race of her pulse, feel the breath exhale from her as she almost panted under his watchful gaze. Finally, he could wait no more; he needed to possess her.




The EMT Ch. 11



First of all, to my many readers who have requested a continuation of this story, here is my apology and reward for your patience. Several years ago, my life took an unexpected turn, and I found that I had no available time to continue with the erotic writing that I enjoyed so much. The following chapter of The EMT story was partially completed, but a combination of writer's block, lack of time, and flaming comments made it impossible for me to complete. I am now going through another change (between jobs), and decided to try again to get this story going.

If you are coming to this for the first time, there are 10 Chapters that precede this one.

My thanks to all of you for the very kind words that you have sent to my e-mail address. To those of you who get offended by stories about married couples who love each other, but nevertheless enjoy extending the boundaries of their sex life to include other partners, my usual message. This isn't for you. Read something else. If you read this, don't comment. If you comment, don't expect it to stop me doing it again.

I hope most of you enjoy, and I really do appreciate hearing from you.

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"That was incredible!" he said, and Suzanne smiled at him and nodded her head in agreement. She sat up and reached for her glass of champagne, now much less bubbly, and offered him some, which he gratefully took before she drank deeply from the same glass. Squeezing his shoulder to indicate he should remain where he was and recover, Suzanne rose from the couch on wobbly legs and padded naked through to the bedroom and her bathroom. Tim finished the champagne and closed his eyes and remembered the incredible events of the last few hours, a smile of complete satisfaction on his face.

An instant, or fifteen minutes later, Tim was awoken by the sound of Suzanne's slippers clicking back into the room. He hadn't moved, and it took a second or two for him to remember where he was. He turned to look at Suzanne, and his heart stopped. She had tidied and cleaned herself up and had slipped her wedding night negligee over her naked body. For the second time in a week or so, she stood completely revealed in the diaphanous nothingness of this garment before a man who was not her husband. She knew she looked stunning, and she stunned Tim with the view she presented. She walked silently over to him, helped him up from the floor and sat him in one of the armchairs, before kneeling at his feet and looking into his eyes, his soft naked cock just a foot in front of her angelic face.

"Now Sir," she asked, "is there anything else this submissive little slut can do for you?"

The EMT -- Chapter Eleven

Suzanne woke up to the sound of the telephone ringing incessantly at the side of her bed, and as she automatically reached across for the 'phone, her brain started to register a number of things that were wrong.

First, the ring wasn't right, and the phone was on the wrong side of the bed -- she rolled the other way. Second, she was on the wrong side of the bed, and she was alone. Third, this wasn't her room. Fourth, parts of her body ached or were sore. Fifth, this bed was WONDERFUL; a soft mattress that seemed to cocoon her, a clean white cotton duvet that was like a warm bath, and fluffy pillows that cradled her head. Her growing awareness felt like it was being cosseted in a starched cotton-wool cloud.

All these things she noticed before her hand grasped the unfamiliar headset and brought it to her ear. She remembered where she was just as she heard Graham Leicester's voice speaking quietly to her. Then she remembered that it was Graham Leicester's voice. Then she heard what he was saying to her.

"Good morning Suzanne. I trust that you have slept well."

Suzanne stammered out a "Good morning" and realised that she had slept like a baby. She felt wonderfully rested and comforted in the large bed, which was still cradling her in such luxury. Then she remembered who she was talking to, and quickly added, "I have rested very well, thank you Sir."

"I'm glad to hear it Suzanne. I look forward to seeing you later today and hearing all about your adventures of last evening. I hope that everything was a success?"

The interrogative was clear from his intonation, and Suzanne had to concentrate to think of the answer, her brain was still so fuddled by the deep sleep from which she was still emerging. Eventually she realised what he was asking, and the events of the evening before were suddenly as clear as if illuminated by a flash of lightening on a dark night. The colour rose immediately to her cheeks as she remembered now why parts of her body were sore, and why she had slept so well. She stammered an answer.

"Ye..yes Sir. I believe that last night was, uhhm, quite, no, err very, or even totally successful. I'm sure that Mr Truman would say the same thing Sir."

"I never had any doubts Suzanne, but don't tell me now, save it for when you get back this afternoon. Ian and I will be patient until then. You are to meet Karl for breakfast in exactly one hour, don't keep him waiting."

The line went dead with a click and buzzed against her ear. She was in a dazed daydream as the events of the previous evening continued to come back to her, each remembrance shocking her in the cold light of day. She couldn't believe how she had behaved - her, until very recently a loving, caring, faithful wife, and a doting mother. When she thought of Clare, her hands came up and covered her face with guilty shock, as if she was hiding from the world; she realised she hadn't given her daughter a single thought since going down with Karl Solomon to meet and have dinner with Tim Truman the night before, not even when she had finally climbed exhausted into bed after saying good night to Tim at her hotel suite door. And the way she had behaved, had encouraged him to behave -- she couldn't believe it of herself. She was brought back to earth as the buzzing in her ear became suddenly silent, to be replaced by a tinny voice which said, "Please replace the handset. Please replace the handset." She put the 'phone down, checked the clock, and then lay back on the pillows and closed her eyes to remember.

She remembered being put into an embarrassing situation as she sat with Tim after dinner, and of being made to confess to Tim that she had a mysterious Master who had ordered her to do whatever Tim demanded of her (without letting Tim know that her Master was actually her boss, Graham Leicester). She remembered bringing Tim back to her suite, of being made to undress, and their first frantic lovemaking, which had resulted in their each achieving powerful orgasms. It was her subsequent behaviour that really surprised her. She started to think back through the events in the order in which they occurred.

She had left Tim in the living room / study, sitting naked and satisfied on the floor, and padded naked into her bathroom, feeling his cum starting to leak from her. She had looked at herself in the mirror in the immediate afterglow of her passion, and had seen a different woman look back at her; a sensuous, wanton woman that she had barely recognised from the quiet housewife of a few days earlier. For a few seconds, she had wondered what was becoming of her. She then remembered how she had reached out for tissues to wipe herself, and then had changed her mind and drawn back her hand. She had reached between her own legs to feel the sticky wet residue of her lovemaking with her own smooth fingers, and, exploring herself, her own smooth lips of her still gaping pussy, started again to feel her passion rising, her resistance melting. The same thoughts that had excited her when she had submitted to Tim, when she had wanted him to possess her, to use her, had started to impinge on her again. She hadn't been finished, and she'd known it. She had wanted to give more. All this came back to her as she relived the events of the night before.

She remembered sitting down naked on the side of the bath and opening her legs and looking at the inflamed lips of her sex, fascinated with the sight, removed from it as if she was examining another person. She had let her fingers play there, her eyes watching the effect they made, her head full of the feelings of surrender and submission that were so new and sometimes frightening for her. She had seen her own juices, and Tim's escaping spent semen making her lips glisten, leaving trailing strands behind her probing fingers, as they had stroked and pulled and caressed her. She had thought of Graham Leicester and the power he seemed to have over her, and she remembered the pleasure she got from submitting to him, allowing him to take all decisions about her, of being his sex slave, an object.

Then she had felt guilt and remorse at her own behaviour. At the same time that she revelled in her new self, her old self interposed and questioned the morality of what she was doing; what her and Ian were doing; what she and Tim had done. She was utterly shocked at the dangerous dive that she had taken. But she was excited. Visions of old black and white movies sprang into her head, where some vaguely remembered character listened first to an imaginary angel and then to an imaginary devil, personifications of conscience, first promoted the good and then promoted the evil. For an instant, she was diverted by the challenge of remembering which film had contained the scene; a dichotomy between the dark and the light, but even through this self-doubt and questioning, her fingers kept stroking, stoking the devil in her. Evil started to win out. 

She'd suddenly had a desire to be dirtier, to submit further, and to be abused and used more than she already had. She had seen a large gob of sticky cum start to slip from her opening, and she had quickly reached for it and caught it with her fingers. Remembering the need she had felt to submit, how it had welled up inside her, made her blush again as she remembered how she had found herself reaching her spunk covered fingers towards her mouth, where she slowly and deliberately tasted them, closing her eyes with the pleasure of submission as she licked up the thick globule she had caught, savouring it in her mouth, feeling its silky richness, swallowing it with relish.

Her hand had returned to her pussy, her ring and index fingers sliding down either side of her slick lips whilst her middle finger teased her hard clitoris, rubbing and gently flicking it, before pressing hard against it, rotating it in the way that only she knew how. It had taken her only a few seconds to start another little orgasm rolling through her, the taste of spunk in her mouth, a quiet moan escaping from her lips, thinking how she loved being the plaything of Graham Leicester. The predominant thought in her mind as she came was the fervent hope that he would make her more of his slave and slut; that he would continue controlling her descent into depravity, that her descent would be complete, that she would be forced to endure more than she had even dreamt of.

A few seconds after she came in the bathroom she had resisted the temptation to repeat the experience of making herself come, knowing that she wanted to go the extra mile with Tim who was still quiet and alone in the room next door. She wondered what Graham would want her to do, and she made her decision on that basis.

She washed herself, tidied up her make-up and her hair, ran her hands sensuously down her body and walked naked into the bedroom. Her wedding night negligee was lying on the bed where she had left it when unpacking earlier. Graham had been specific in asking her to take it with her. She picked it up and slipped it over her head, looking at herself in the mirror again, and feeling the delicious thrill of knowledge that she was about to offer a virtual stranger a rare and precious gift; herself. She walked back into the lounge / study area, where she saw Tim awake from a doze as she stepped towards him.

His face had been a picture as he saw her, her fantastic figure visible through the transparent material of her flowing nightdress. She had helped him up and moved him to the chair, and then knelt at his feet, the negligee falling silently around her, and she had looked into his eyes and said the words she had prepared in the bathroom, the words that had been designed to invite his further abuse of her.

"Now Sir, is there anything else that this submissive little slut can do for you?"

The effect had been electric on both of them. She had felt so intensely dirty inviting him to use her like that. Tim had looked at her quizzically, and his until then flaccid cock had immediately stirred.

"Can I really ask for anything I wish?" he had asked, and she had delighted in answering.

"Anything at all," she had told him, "Well almost anything. There are no limits except one. If you ask for it, I will let you know it is not possible." She had thrilled at the secret knowledge that Graham Leicester had already reserved her ass for his exclusive use, even banning her husband from using her that way, and she looked forward to Graham exercising that privilege in the fullness of time. At the same time, she found the whole concept of inviting Tim's abuse amazingly liberating. It didn't taken Tim long to think about what he wanted to do with her.

"I have always wanted to spank a beautiful girl's bottom," he admitted with a schoolboyish grin; a quick thrill of excitement ran through Suzanne's body. When Graham had spanked her days before, a single hard slap, it had thrilled her and she had wanted more. When her husband Ian had playfully spanked her in the past, she had often found it interesting, and wondered what it would be like to be the subject of a more serious attack; Ian had really only lightly slapped her bottom playfully. Now it looked like she might find out for herself. Her sudden excitement caused a lump to rise in her throat, and she looked up at Tim expectantly.

Tim saw and recognised the look in her eyes. He was amazed. This beautiful creature obviously wanted him to spank her. His cock was already growing.

"Lie across my knees" he demanded, with more confidence than he actually felt; this was a first for him as well. Suzanne caught the uncertainty in his voice, and for her own sake hoped he would grow in confidence. She quickly rose as he slid forward on the chair, and she did as ordered, lying across his lap, feeling his stiffening cock growing beneath her belly. Without being told, she reached forwards and placed her hands on the floor on the other side of him.

Tim looked at the sight before him. Suzanne's see-through negligee was stretched across her back, revealing the perfect orbs of her naked ass to him, the sexy dimples in the small of her back just above. He couldn't resist reaching out with his right hand, curving the hand over her curvaceous bottom, stroking the flesh of her ass cheeks through the thin material of her negligee, and feeling the tension that was within her. As his hand moved across her he stretched the flesh of her ass, watching the two globes separate and come together as he enjoyed the feel of her.

Suzanne felt his sensuous caress, knowing how exciting this must be for him, feeling his excitement growing beneath her, and being excited by that in her turn. She was acutely aware of the skin of her bottom, which appeared to have grown in sensitivity, with the heat from his hand as it caressed her. She caught her breath as he reached down to grasp the hem of her negligee and to lift it up to her waist, exposing the naked flesh of her ass to the cool of the room. Once again, he caressed her lovingly, the tips of his fingers occasionally slipping between the crack of her ass to skim lightly over her puckered bud or soaking lips. But his words belied his gentle touch.

"I am going to give you six slaps on each cheek," he copied the words he remembered from the hard-core spanking clips he had seen on the internet, and which had excited his latent interest in this activity. "They will be hard. I want you to count each stroke for me." As he spoke to her his excitement and anticipation grew. "I am sure that your Master will want you to take this from me on his behalf." Tim wanted to remind her that she was under orders from her Master; the reminder did more than he hoped.

"Thank you Sir" said Suzanne, and for good measure, and because she so much wanted this to be a real test of her growing submission, she added, "I am sure that my Master would want you to be hard with me Sir". Again Tim's cock swelled with her words, although he was not aware of the rush of excitement that Suzanne felt in saying them to him.

Tim felt over her ass again, both cheeks, raising the tension, before he raised his arm above her, delaying for a split second, before bringing his hand down hard across her right cheek with a very loud crack. The slap actually stung Tim's palm, and he saw the immediate reaction of a red hand shaped mark appear on Suzanne's tanned bottom.

The breath was expelled from Suzanne's lungs as the slap landed, and she winced with the sudden pain, the muscles in her buttocks clenching in reaction, but she gritted her teeth and after a second or two, the immediate shock decreased, leaving a stinging burning pain as the blood rushed to the area, and her muscles again relaxed into their normal state, with an occasional tremor of reaction.

"One, thank you Sir" she said as bravely as she could. She felt the muscles of her cunt contract involuntarily with the excitement that she felt being in such a submissive and exposed position.

The hand rose again, paused, and descended with equal force on the left cheek, with similar results.

"Two, thank you Sir" said Suzanne after a brief pause to catch her breath again. Now both cheeks were stinging and red. Before continuing, Tim took time to slide his hands over her ass, feeling the warmth as it grew under her skin. Again, he took the opportunity to explore the wetness between her legs, and was gratified to discover that she was getting even more moist. It was clear to him that she was enjoying his rough treatment of her, and the thrill of his power over her coursed through him, swelling his cock to full erection.

For Suzanne's part, she tried desperately to analyse her reaction, although clear and logical thought was difficult for her in the depth of her submissive passion. It wasn't the pain itself that was exciting her; the pain was pain. It was the welcoming of it; the enduring of it, the submission to it that was exciting for her. She wanted to endure it for Tim and for Graham and for Ian. She waited for the next blows. They soon came.

The second blows on each cheek were equally hard, but with greater effect, landing as they did on the already bruised and tender flesh. Suzanne found it impossible to keep still after his palm landed so stingingly on each cheek, and instead found herself wriggling on Tim's lap until the initial reaction had died down, further stimulating his cock with her movements, until she was able to count aloud the blows as instructed. After each pair of blows, Tim stroked his hand across the complaining flesh of her ass, a soothing caress that Suzanne quickly learnt to enjoy as a respite from the searing pain, a chance to collect herself even whilst waiting for the inevitable next round. 

At last, Suzanne took the final pair of stinging slaps. Whilst the blows had stayed constant in force, each round had relied on the previous punishment to escalate the effect on Suzanne, and she found that she had tears in her eyes when she was able to say, "Twelve, thank you Sir." Her head dropped, and her breath came in short gasps, and she felt her ass cheeks burning. It was the most severe and prolonged beating she had ever taken, either as a girl or as a woman, and she was mightily relieved that it was over. She felt a flush of pride in her endurance, and a squirm of pleasure as she felt Tim's cool left hand reach down to caress and smooth over her burning skin.




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Tim looked at his handiwork, his prick was as hard as he had ever known it, and he knew he just had to do this again sometime. Suzanne's rounded cheeks glowed beneath his hand, and he felt her body sob across his lap. He reached across her to the coffee table and pulled a partially melted lump of ice from the wine bucket. She jolted when he touched it to her ass, and then he felt her press her bum back towards his fingers as he slid the cooling ice over her burning skin. As she thrust back towards him, the lips of her pussy between her slightly opened legs almost winked at him in their wet excitement. Tim soothed the ice across her damaged flesh with his left hand, whilst his right slid between her legs and found the soft wet folds of her sex. She was eager for his touch.

Suzanne now had a completely different set of feelings and emotions to any she had previously experienced. She was glad the punishing beating was over, for now at least, and was incredibly proud of how she had first invited it, and then endured it. She was equally grateful for Tim's considerate and cooling caress, which brought new tears to her eyes, this time of pleasure and love and fondness for the man that had just abused her so apparently cruelly, and for the remote Master that had put her in this position, and whose approval she sought so desperately. Above these feelings was an incredible lust and hunger; lust for Tim's intimate caress to continue and bring her to orgasm after her intense submission to him, and hunger for him, to return the pleasure he was giving her by his touch, to take him inside her, in her mouth or in her pussy. She wanted him inside her.

When Tim lifted her with his knees briefly, as a sign that he needed to adjust their position slightly, she rolled from his lap to the floor, quickly turned and hungrily devoured his hardness into her mouth. She was almost frantic with greed for him, tasting herself on him from their earlier lovemaking, and then tasting the dried remains of his earlier orgasm, which still remained on him. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth and the taste of him again on her lips. Her legs parted beneath her, and one hand went to her own sex whilst the other was employed in feeding his erection into her mouth, before grasping the base of his cock and wanking him as her head rose and fell over him.

Tim's legs parted to allow her easier access, and she looked up at him, taking him out of her mouth, her eyes locked with his, she said, "Thank you Sir," she licked his cockhead, "thank you for spanking me," she slid her mouth over his hardness again, and then removed it, she took a deep breath, aware of the implications of what she was about to say next. "Please be harder with me next time". She engulfed him again, pushing him deep within her mouth until her throat accepted his head, which she held for a few seconds before slowly sliding him out of her mouth again, her lips reluctant to let him go, "I deserve to be spanked even harder Sir."

Now she ate him with a passion and a talent that even she did not realise she possessed. She made love to his prick, his phallus, with her mouth; taking him deep into her throat, licking the underside of his straining cock with her tongue, wanking him with one hand whilst the other frigged her cunt, desperate for him to shoot his load into her mouth, rubbing his musky maleness across her face, and swallowing him again. Her fingers probed her own dripping pussy, and she slipped four of them into herself, wishing she could take her whole hand. She deep-throated Tim until she nearly passed out, before removing him to catch her breath, continually wanking his hardness.

Neither of them could take much more. Tim was rapidly building to another climax, his legs tensing and straightening either side of her body, his butt cheeks clenching as she ministered to him. Suzanne's other hand slipped from her cunt and slid wetly around to her burning ass cheeks where she dragged her own fingernails across her tender flesh to remind herself of the beating she had enjoyed more than she ever thought possible. Tim squeezed his eyes shut and came, his legs suddenly and violently wrapping around her back, pulling her head onto his cock as the first spurt erupted from him into the back of her mouth. She gagged on it, expelled his cock, and then swallowed, but not before the next burst caught her face and lips. Her hand quickly returned to her pussy, and her mouth opened again to take whatever else he had to give, as she quickly frigged her clit, all that was necessary to start the climax that she had been holding off for some time. As the aftershocks of her climax ran through her body, as Tim's convulsive eruptions died down, her head sank into his lap, smearing his cum across her face and hair, nestling into his softening prick and quivering balls.

The two of them rested.

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Suzanne's reverie was broken. She was shocked to discover that she was still in the comfortable hotel bed, her hand between her legs. As she had relived the events of the previous evening in her mind, she had subconsciously aroused herself, and played with herself. She realised that she had come at the same time as she remembered reaching her climax the previous evening. The back of her mind wondered if it was possible to have a simultaneous orgasm with oneself.

She looked again at the clock on the elegant table at the side of the bed, and was alarmed to see that nearly forty minutes had passed since she had been awakened by Graham Leicester's earlier call; she was supposed to meet Karl for breakfast in 20 minutes. She jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, feeling again the soreness and tiredness in her body from last night's abuse.

Twenty minutes later, Suzanne was dressed and ready to face the world after a record-breakingly quick shower, make-up and hair session, which would have surprised Ian by its brevity. Suzanne had been known to take more than twenty minutes to put on her shoes, and this morning she had taken less time to do her entire toilet and dress. When Karl Solomon knocked at her door, exactly on time, she was ready to open it for him and to join him for breakfast. It wasn't until they were sitting opposite one another across the little square table, about to face the famous Hilton breakfast, that Suzanne was able to draw breath and think again about her situation. As the waiter buzzed around them, she became aware of the quizzical look she was getting from Karl. She realised with a blush that he was probably wondering what had happened after he left her alone with Tim the night before. Her thoughts were quickly confirmed.

"Well Suzanne, you look radiant this morning. I assume all went well last night?"

She blushed again, but nodded in confirmation, and then distracted herself by ordering the Eggs Benedict from the fussing waiter. After Karl had ordered, and the waiter had departed, she looked again at her companion, who was obviously expecting more details.

"Yes Mr Solomon, all went as planned. Tim came back to my room, for a nightcap, and he left at about 2:00 am this morning." The waiter returned with coffee and orange juice. "He seemed very satisfied at the outcome," Suzanne continued, drawing a smile of understanding from Karl. 

"I would dearly love to hear all about it Suzanne, but this is neither the time nor the place. I'm afraid I shall have to forego the pleasure for now. Have you heard from Graham this morning?"

"He called me first thing," she replied, "but we didn't really discuss last night's events."

"Did he explain that I wouldn't be travelling back to Edinburgh with you this morning?"

Suzanne shook her head, and was a little taken aback by the news. In the back of her mind, she had been quietly anticipating more fun and games with Karl on the train journey home. As the news sank in, Karl explained that some urgent business had come up that he had to attend to in London, and that Suzanne was to travel back to Edinburgh alone, with strict instructions to report immediately back to Graham Leicester when she arrived. She nodded her understanding and assent.

They chatted casually over breakfast, before Karl rose to leave her. Before he left, he bent down and kissed her cheek, and whispered "Well done! Enjoy the ride home, and I'll see you later in the week." To the other hotel guests, they looked for the entire world like a successful businessman taking leave of his trophy wife for a day at the office, whilst she enjoyed a day's shopping in nearby Knightsbridge.

Suzanne finished her coffee before returning to her room. Karl had pushed a note beneath the door telling her she was booked on the 10:30 from King's Cross to Edinburgh, and she found she had about 45 minutes to pack, check out and reach the station. Once again, she found herself doing things uncharacteristically quickly.

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As Suzanne settled into her comfortable seat in the otherwise empty First Class carriage, her overnight case securely stowed in the parcel shelf above her head, she took a deep breath and felt her body relax into the seat. It was the first time since the ringing 'phone had awakened her that she had time to think and reflect. Her first thought was for her daughter Emma, and without thinking, she scrambled through her purse to retrieve her cell-phone, and she quickly dialled home to find out if Emma was missing her. 

As the phone rang in her house in Edinburgh, Suzanne wondered why there was no answer, before she realised that it was the time for Emma to be taken to play school. She ended the call, cursing herself and her stupidity for missing the chance to talk with her daughter earlier in the day. Now she would have to wait until she returned home at about 3:00 in the afternoon before she could speak to her daughter, and by that time she realised that she would be arriving at Edinburgh Waverley Station, where she was expected to report directly to Mr Leicester.

Realising that she had so totally forgotten about her home life, her real life, prompted her reflection, and as the Express train hurried its way northwards, she found herself starting to feel a touch of guilt about the changes that had happened to her. She spent most of the four and a bit hours of the journey contemplating what had happened to her, wondering what she had become, and concerned that the changes within her should not be to the detriment of her daughter or her family. Her guilt grew as the time passed.

But she couldn't deny the incredible aliveness she felt, the impossible excitement that she had experienced as she had first dabbled with, and then embraced her previously hidden submissive side. Between guilt about her selfishness and concern about her daughter and the homesickness that, she realised with a shock, was the name of her sudden and unexpected depression, there were still flashes of pure eroticism and pleasure as she remembered how she had behaved, and re-lived what she had done. Occasionally, the sore flesh of her ass as she shifted on her seat also served to remind her of her recent depravity.

She was a company whore, willing to do whatever was demanded of her, contracted to serve the CEO and the company in whatever capacity they demanded. Her husband, Ian, was her willing accomplice. His boss Graham was her demanding Master. She was his pawn and his slut, and despite the guilt, she loved the position she was in.

The journey passed quickly and uneventfully, and before she knew it, her train was pulling in to the old station in the heart of Edinburgh. As she alighted the train and stepped onto the platform, she was already dialling home again, where her daughter excitedly picked up the 'phone as she entered the front door, Ms Pyrford closing the door behind her and smiling at the impatience of childhood.

"Mummy, mummy, I got a gold star in play-school! I did a picture of our house and it was the best ever."

Suzanne realised that her daughter was well, that everything was well, and as she started to ask Emma how she had been, she made her way to the taxi rank, and still speaking to her daughter, asked the driver to take her straight to Ruler Electronics.

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Suzanne was shown into Graham Leicester's office immediately she arrived, still pulling her overnight bag behind her. Graham was behind his desk, reading a document, and he waved her to leave her bag in the corner and take a seat in front of his desk as he finished reading the paper in his hand. Suzanne was slightly surprised that he was on his own, and took the offered seat as he quickly finished reading the page.

Graham reached for his pen and initialled the top right corner of the document, placing it carefully in a tray on his desk before he turned to Suzanne and gave her a big smile and all of his attention.

"Welcome back Suzanne. How was your trip?" he beamed at her.

Suzanne smiled back, slightly unsure how to react, but managed to say "Very satisfying Sir" before Graham was reaching for the phone handset on his desk. He stabbed the keypad, waited a second, before saying "Ian, join me in my office for a minute or two will you. Thanks. And better bring John with you too."

As Graham and Suzanne waited for their arrival, Graham offered Suzanne some coffee from the pot behind his desk. She declined, but he made himself a cup without another word. As he finished, there was a quiet knock at the door, which opened to admit the two men, Ian with a very sheepish and nervous grin on his face as he saw his wife sitting demurely in front of Graham's desk. John followed behind, smiling a hello to Suzanne as he entered the office.

Ian came straight over to Suzanne and pecked her on the cheek, gently squeezing her and pulling her to him as he whispered to her "Are you OK? I missed you." Suzanne nodded reassuringly at him and retook her seat.

"Pull up a chair you two," said Graham, and they did as he asked -- Graham retook his seat behind the desk, with Suzanne, her husband Ian and John seated casually in front of him. The two men could not avoid looking at Suzanne curiously, as if expecting to see some kind of change in her appearance or bearing.

Graham drew their attention back to him by resting his elbows on the desk, clasping his hands and speaking.

"I'm sure that you will both be interested to hear what Suzanne has to say about her trip, so I have invited you in to hear the story straight from her own lovely lips. Now Suzanne, I think you said your trip was 'very satisfying'. Why don't you tell us all about it?"

Suzanne, not for the first time in this man's presence, found herself blushing, but also recognised the feeling of excitement that Graham Leicester always seemed to be able to stimulate within her. She looked at Mr Leicester first, and then at the two other men, crossed her shapely legs, and started.

"Karl and I had a very good journey down to London, and we arrived in plenty of time for our meeting with Tim Truman. As ordered, I wore my black cocktail dress, which he certainly appeared to appreciate."

A thrill went through Suzanne as she uttered the word "ordered", it seemed so deliciously decadent to be describing to these three men how she had done as she had been told by one of them, how he had controlled what she wore and how she presented herself. A similar thrill went through her as she remembered the effect she had had on Tim Truman when he first saw her in the restaurant bar of the Park Lane Hilton. The guys watching her and listening to her start her story seemed mesmerised, and she felt absolutely the centre of attention as she related to them the events over dinner, up to and beyond the point where Karl had left her alone with Tim.

"When I got your call" she said to Graham, "I nearly died with embarrassment. We were relaxing after dinner, talking about the middle-east contract when my cell-phone rang. I was going to switch it off, but saw your name on the screen; luckily, Tim didn't see it."

She looked around at Ian and John before continuing. They were sitting listening to her with rapt attention, like two boys listening to a story from their mother.

"When you ordered me to call you Master, and I realised what you were doing, I was so excited that I actually think I stopped breathing, and Mr Truman was paying a lot of attention to what I was doing and to what I was saying."

Graham nodded to indicate that she should continue, and Suzanne hesitated before continuing.

"Tim quickly realised what was going on, and started to ask me a lot of very personal questions as soon as you hung up the call. I did my best to answer truthfully and frankly as you instructed, and as I am sure you would have predicted, this led to my quickly falling into the trap you had laid for me."

Out of the corner of her eye, Suzanne noticed her husband reach down and adjust himself, and she realised how much it must be turning him on to hear her recount her sexy adventures in front of himself and his senior work colleagues. And she hadn't even got to any of the really sexy bits yet, she thought. Once again, she realised how powerful Graham Leicester's understanding of her husband's psyche must be to have arranged this little recitation, she was sure, for the benefit and titillation of her husband Ian, and for his colleague John.

Graham interrupted her thought. "What kind of personal questions Suzanne?".

By the time Suzanne had recounted the conversation that took place at the dinner table, and had described how Tim had ordered her to take him to her room, Suzanne's audience were rapt with attention and hanging on her every word. Graham kept control, asking occasionally probing questions, keeping Suzanne on track, and of the three men present, he was certainly the coolest. Both Ian and John were listening excitedly to Suzanne's erotic story, the evidence of their excitement increasingly evident in their fidgeting and moving around in their chairs. Only Graham and Suzanne seemed to be at ease.

When Suzanne described to the men how Tim had made her undress for him, and then had taken her on the sofa, Ian let out a little groan which he was unable to repress. Suzanne left out much of the detail, especially about her little solo play in the bathroom, but recounted how she had cleaned up and, dressed in her negligee, had returned to Tim. At this point it was John who let out an audible indication of his excitement as he remembered how truly stunning Suzanne had looked when she had dressed similarly for him.

Suzanne wondered about how much detail to give of her beating at the hands of Tim, and settled for merely indicating that she had offered herself again to him, and that he had taken advantage of the situation to explore another side of his sexuality. Graham appeared very interested at this revelation, and pressed Suzanne for details, which she gave slightly grudgingly. In her mind she wanted to be alone with Ian when she recounted how she had wanted to be spanked and abused by Tim.

Half an hour later, her story was completed, and Graham was complementing Suzanne on a job well done. Neither Ian nor John had said a word throughout. Recounting the story, factually, in an almost detached way had, Suzanne realized, aroused her, and when Graham said "I am sure that Tim thoroughly enjoyed spanking you Suzanne, I hope that you didn't suffer any lasting damage?", she found herself responding "I don't think so Sir, although my sore bottom did give me a few gentle reminders of events as my train bounced its way back to Edinburgh".

The men were obviously excited at the story they had heard from the lips of this beautiful woman; Ian's wife, John's fantasy and Graham's slave. Suzanne looked at them all and again felt the thrill of submission and exhibitionism as she continued, "Perhaps you would like to see for yourself Sir." She addressed Graham directly, but let her eyes turn to Ian and John to include them in the invitation.




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At Graham's nod, Suzanne rose from her chair before them. Her skirt fell to her knees as she rose, and she turned slowly around to face away from them, towards the window of the office. As they watched in silence, she reached behind her for the hem of her skirt, and slowly pulled it up to display her fine legs. The men's eyes followed the skirt up from the back of her knees, her shapely calves and narrow ankles disappearing into her elegant shoes with their high stiletto heels beneath, and then up the back of her thighs until her hold-up stocking tops came into view. Finally, her skirt was pulled over the cheeks of her bottom, divided by the thong of her brief panties, the beautiful globes of her arse clearly reddened and bruised by the abuse they had received barely 12 hours before.

All three men looked in awe at the picture before them, silent, appreciative, as one of Suzanne's hands reached behind and rubbed lightly over one cheek, as if to test the sensitivity, her manicured nails scratching lightly at the bruised flesh.

Graham, once again, broke the spell that captivated everyone in the room. 

"I am sure there is no lasting damage Suzanne. Very well done on your first engagement for the company, now I am sure that you are keen to get home to see your daughter and to get unpacked, and I am equally sure," turning to Ian and John, "that you two have plenty of work to complete before the day is completely gone!".

The moment was gone, leaving only a beautiful memory and a lasting desire in the three men. Suzanne slightly reluctantly let her skirt drop behind her, and smoothed it over her thighs, as Ian and John rose from their seats and nodded to both Suzanne and Graham before heading for the door, each of them adjusting themselves as the even more reluctantly returned to work.

Graham picked up the phone and ordered his secretary to order the ubiquitous company chauffeur to bring the car around to take Suzanne home, and Suzanne thanked him, collected her overnight bag, and headed for the car parking bay.

Suzanne's first adventure as company whore and special agent provocateur was over.

More to come....



The EMT Ch. 12



To those intrepid fans of the EMT story, here is a new bit, at long last. This is a linking chapter that spends a considerable amount of time (YOU MAY THINK) setting up Suzanne's next adventure acting on behalf of Ruler Electronics under the direction of Graham Leicester. Some of you may think I have spent too much time addressing the set-up (I've certainly been away from writing for too long), but the true aficionados of The EMT will, I think, forgive my indulgence, as what is to come will be all the better for it. Just don't expect a lot of titillation in this Chapter.

This has been hard to write for a number of reasons, but now it is out of the way, everything is set for a great new adventure which will start to deal with some of the many ideas you have sent me. I have switched off voting for this Chapter because of its nature as a link to the next erotic adventure.

If you are coming to this for the first time, there are 11 Chapters that precede this one, and that are worth the read.

I hope most of you enjoy, and I really do appreciate hearing from you so please don't hesitate to send me a message and let me know what you think.

The EMT Chapter 12

Two weeks had gone by since Suzanne's return from London. It would be wrong to say that they were uneventful; there had been plenty of "events". Ian had been a dynamo, keen for attention and information every spare minute of the day and night it seemed to Suzanne. She had lost count of the number of times that Ian had asked her to recount her adventures, and she now knew that all she had to do to get Ian turned on was to refer to her London visit, however obliquely, and he was all ears to hear her story again. Actually, he wasn't all ears at all.  A large proportion of him seemed to be cock. Suzanne could not remember a time when they had been so loving and intimate over such an extended period. It seemed that they had never stopped making love since that first night home from London.

Things hadn't been entirely quiet with her contract either, although there had been nothing to match her trip to London. Since her return, Suzanne had not been required to sleep with anyone except her husband, although Graham Leicester had requested her attendance at a couple of social engagements, once with a client and once with a supplier. On each occasion, Suzanne had been required to appear as Graham's escort for dinner, and whilst she had been instructed to dress fairly provocatively each of the two nights, nothing had developed other than some fairly innocent flirting. Suzanne had enjoyed the attention from the other men present though, and had been almost disappointed when things did not develop further, either with the other parties or with Graham afterwards. Graham seemed to have gone almost cold with her, and had passed up any opportunity to be intimate with her. Suzanne would have been worried about the situation, but she was very aware of Graham's frequent stares, when she could feel his interest and desire for her like a physical tie between them.

She had enjoyed the evenings; dressing up, acting as eye-candy and with a licence to be as sexy as she wished whilst she met other men, always with the possibility that Graham would require more from her. With the client, she had worn a thin knitted dress that had hung on her curves like a loose second skin, giving tantalising hints of the firm toned body lying beneath. Without underwear, the shapes of her breasts were clearly visible, her nipples erect from the eroticism of the situation that she found herself in, and she frequently caught the client and his colleagues looking at her intently, before they would turn away embarrassed at being caught. It was a similar situation with the supplier, the representative of a third-party vendor company that provided parts to Ruler Electronics. On this occasion, Graham had instructed Suzanne to dress in mini-skirt and simple top. Her long tanned legs were constantly on display, and the vendor had real difficulty keeping his eyes away from their magnetic influence. Suzanne felt like she was the jar of bon-bons in the sweet shop window, forever being looked at by hungry eyes, keen to devour her assets, but forever out of reach, or so those that watched believed.

At the end of each evening, Graham had thanked her politely for being such good company, and had sent her home in the ubiquitous company limo, where she would find Ian eagerly awaiting her, keen to hear of her evening, and rampant with his desire for her, fuelled by his imaginings in the hours of her absence.

There had been no contact with John, Karl or any of the other members of EMT, and between being constantly touched, fondled and petted by Ian, or escorting Graham as ordered, Suzanne's life returned almost to normalcy, caring for and loving her daughter Emma, and caring for and loving her husband Ian after Emma had retired to bed. The hiatus was both a welcome break after the whirlwind of the start of her new career, but also a time of reflection for Suzanne.

All that was about to change.

As Suzanne and Ian were curled together on the sofa in the study watching TV, a couple of hours or so after Emma had been put to bed, the peace was shattered by the harsh retro-ringing of the telephone. The couple looked at each other in surprise. It was past 10:00 pm and their phone never rang this late. Suzanne watched apprehensively as Ian walked over to the receiver and answered the intrusive call.

Her apprehension increased when she saw Ian stiffen and say "Yes Graham" soon after picking up the handset, and he waved at her to turn down the TV. Ian nodded occasionally as he listened to the caller, giving monosyllabic answers to unheard questions as Suzanne tried to work out what was being discussed. Finally, Ian said into the phone, "That's fine. We'll see you then." There were some more unheard words, and Ian replaced the handset in its cradle, before slowly turning to his wife with a worried look on his face.

Without saying a word, and much to Suzanne's annoyance, Ian walked back to the sofa, picked up the remote and switched off the TV. Then he sat down again next to his wife and stared silently ahead.

"What the hell's going on?" asked Suzanne, prodding at Ian with her foot when he didn't immediately answer.

"That was Graham" said Ian, redundantly. "He's on his way over here and will be here in 10 or 15 minutes. Something's wrong. I never heard him sound so strange."

Suzanne sat bolt upright at the words "He's on his way over" and a look of panic and concern passed across her face as she took in all that Ian had said. "Well what do you know? What was said?" she asked her still dazed husband.

For the first time since he sat down, Ian turned to look at his wife sitting attentively beside him.

"I have no idea what it is. He sounded strange, said he had to see us tonight and that he was coming straight over. He said it was important, and that you may need to go away for a few days. Other than that, I know nothing".

Suzanne looked quizzically at him, even as her eyes passed quickly around the room checking it was in a decent enough state to receive a visitor. She was satisfied that the room was OK – she had tidied whilst Ian put Emma to bed, but she remained deeply dissatisfied at the lack of information in Ian's answer. It was clear to her though that nothing further would be forthcoming until Graham had arrived.

"Open a bottle of wine darling" she said as she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going to tidy myself up a little before he arrives." She pulled Ian out of his dazed inertia and shoved him towards the kitchen as she headed towards the staircase and their bedroom upstairs.

In the bedroom, Suzanne quickly examined her appearance and options. She was still wearing her day clothes; a denim skirt and simple white blouse that she had been wearing all day. Her make-up and hair were fine, having been tidied to greet Ian home after his day at the office. She pulled open her wardrobe door with one hand as she started to unbutton the blouse with the other. She would have to change quickly.

Scanning the contents of the wardrobe, she selected a simple blue silk dress that was modest but smart, and laid it carefully on the bed as she stripped off her blouse and skirt. Her mind was wandering, wondering what was going on as she absent-mindedly removed her bra, slipped out of her panties, hopping on one foot as she disentangled them from the other, and opening her lingerie drawer at the same time. She selected a nice pair of thong panties and a pair of hold-up stockings from the drawer, and sat on the edge of the bed to slip them on, all the time thinking about what Graham might want at this late hour.

Before slipping on the dress, she quickly touched up her make-up, sprayed a little scent around her body, and was reaching behind her to zip the dress before she realized that she had automatically made the decision not to replace her bra. Slipping her feet into some appropriate shoes, she smoothed the dress over her thighs and examined herself in the full length mirror that fronted her main wardrobe.

She looked great, as she always did. Wearing the thin silk dress without a bra made it much less modest, and the swell of her curves and absence of support was immediately obvious. The dress was waisted with a matching blue belt that tied at the side, and she fiddled with this as she admired her reflection. She was back downstairs within 10 minutes, after looking in to check that Emma was OK, and in the study found Ian doing a few tidying up things, a bottle of decent red open on the coffee table along with three glasses. Ian looked at her, once again amazed at her beauty, and pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken the trouble to change to meet their boss.

Before they could speak, there was a gentle rapping at the front door; their visitor sensitive to a sleeping child a couple of floors above and avoiding the bell so as not to wake her.

Ian went to answer and returned with Graham, who looked a little harassed and removed his top coat even as he entered the living room. Whilst Ian went to hang up the coat, Suzanne greeted Graham with a peck on the cheek. "Graham, what an unexpected, but pleasant surprise!"

"Thank you Suzanne, I hope that you and Ian still think so after what I have to say". Suzanne indicated for him to be seated, and sat herself, eager to hear what had occasioned this unusual visit, and with a growing trepidation about its meaning. She had never before seen Graham Leicester look anything less than commanding and in complete control. Ian returned and poured drinks before handing them around and sitting himself. The young married couple sat looking expectantly at the older man, who paused and took an appreciative sip of the wine before commencing.

"I apologise for bursting in on you like this, but I thought it necessary to give you as much warning as possible. I have spent most of the evening on the phone with our west coast distributors in the USA, in Phoenix. The long and the short of it is that one of their installations failed to prevent a criminal attack on the premises they were supposed to protect. The customers are a little upset that their brand new and expensive defence system failed to do its job, and they are threatening action against Ruler Electronics. I can't tell you how serious this could be, and I have to go to Phoenix tomorrow."

Graham paused and took a longer sip of his wine. Ian and Suzanne looked at each other in confusion, and then back at Graham. Seeing their bemused faces, he realized that he hadn't yet told them all that they needed to know.

"Oh, sorry, you are wondering what this has to do with you. Let me finish. I need both of you to come with me. Ian, we need to audit the installation to see for ourselves what went wrong. The client has reluctantly agreed to cooperate. I need your engineering skills. And Suzanne, I'm going to need an aide, an assistant. I thought you could do that for me. I know it's short notice, but this is an emergency. Can you both come?"

A million questions appeared to each of them, mostly about Emma and, in Ian's case, other appointments in his calendar. But they were each excited about the prospect. Their questions emerged, and they were soon reassured by Graham that all of the possible objections could be overcome, with the help of the not inconsiderable resources of the Company.  After some further discussion, a few urgent telephone calls to various officers and hard-pressed admin staff from the office, arrangements were made and it was agreed that they could both accompany Graham to Phoenix, and they would meet up at Edinburgh Airport in the morning in time to get the connecting flight to Heathrow to board the 15:00 BA flight from Terminal 5 direct to Phoenix.

As the arrangements neared completion, Graham had a final point to make.

"Ian, this is going to be especially hard for you. I need your considerable talents to help me get the right outcome for the Company". He paused. Ian re-assured him that he would do all that he could to help.

"There's another thing" added Graham. "I'm also likely to need Suzanne's considerable and special talents." Both Ian and Suzanne paused and looked confused for a moment.  "You cannot stay in Phoenix as man and wife. It is essential that Suzanne is free to act as I direct her. Having her husband present might inhibit her ability to do what she may need to do for me." Graham looked closely at Ian. "You need to be my engineer" he looked at Suzanne, "Suzanne needs to be my special assistant. There can be no other connection between you for the duration of the trip. Do you both understand?"

Graham looked at the two of them in turn as the penny started to drop with each of them and they realised the implications of what Graham was saying. They would need to be together but separate, no contact other than professional, no intimacies, no shared room, no sexual contact. As they independently assessed this new realisation, Graham pressed the point home.

"Suzanne will be 'on assignment' from start to finish. Our contract expressly prohibits any sexual contact between you without my express permission whilst she is preparing for or is on assignment. That means from now, with immediate effect. Whilst our contract doesn't directly discuss an eventuality like this, that you two might be involved in an assignment together, it was always a possibility that such an event would arise. I need to be certain that you will both be able to abide by the contract. I cannot risk your risking the outcome of our mission. You are to act at all times as if you are no more than employees of the Company. I repeat, this may be especially hard for you Ian. Can you deal with it?"

As Graham explained to Ian that he was going to have to pretend that Suzanne wasn't his wife, that he was going to be present whilst she was directed by Graham to use her 'special talents' in the interest of the Company, and as he realised that he had already been prohibited by this man from any further sexual contact with his own wife, he strangely felt the first stirrings of sexual excitement. Part of his brain wondered why being put in this position was even remotely exciting for him, part of his brain said "don't do anything to mess this up; this is your dream".

Both Graham and Suzanne watched his conflicting emotions in the short pause before he responded.

"I can deal with it Graham."

Graham considered for a moment, and then turned his attention to Suzanne.

"Suzanne, I must have your absolute assurance that you will treat Ian no differently than a work colleague for the duration of the trip. Once we land at Phoenix, no affectionate glances, no sympathetic touches, no consideration for his feelings. Can you do that?"

Suzanne was quicker than Ian in her response, a fact that did not go unnoticed by either of the men present. Ian felt a pang of betrayal and Graham a sense of achievement at her quick and ready answer.

"I will have no difficulty in doing whatever you ask of me Sir."

Ian was amazed that his feelings of betrayal at her answer seemed to exacerbate the first pangs of excitement that he had felt on hearing Graham's blunt statement of requirements. The excitement continued to rise as he heard Graham's next words.

"Ian, leave the room. I will call you back shortly. Stand in the hall and wait for my command. Shut the door, but you may listen."

Without a word of protest, but with his breath catching as his excitement grew, Ian rose and started to leave the room. Before he reached the door he heard Graham address Suzanne, Graham's confidence and mastery of the situation now completely restored.

"Suzanne, adopt the position I taught you for standing. You may keep on your dress for now."

As Ian entered the hall and turned to close the door, his last view was of Suzanne rising from the sofa and standing in front of Graham, her legs apart, her head bowed in submission, her hands behind her back, each hand grasping the opposite elbow, forcing her breasts to press against the material of her dress.

The door closed and Ian held his breath to hear all that transpired, his growing erection already pressing against the material of his pants, his heart racing at this unanticipated turn of events.

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At first Ian could hear little, just the faint and indecipherable mumble of conversation in Graham's deep, but strangely quiet voice. As he strained unsuccessfully to hear what was being said, he thought over his position. 

His boss had come to his own house with virtually no notice and presumed to order his wife to cut him off from sexual contact. Worse, he had been ordered to pretend for the next few days that he wasn't his wife's husband. Worse, his beautiful young wife had obeyed with alacrity. And he was excited about the position he found himself in. How could that be?

He remembered a recent conversation with his colleague John, when talking about what had become their favourite topic of conversation – Suzanne. John had accused Ian of being a willing 'cuckold', a word that Ian was barely familiar with. He had looked it up. 

Cuckold (kuk' ald). (n) a man whose wife has proved unfaithful...

Even reading the words in the dictionary had excited him. He loved his wife. He worshipped her. She was everything to him. And yet here he was, standing in the hall of his own home, evicted by his boss, trying to listen as his boss used and dominated and abused her. It was perverse, but it was powerful. 

The mumble that was Graham's voice rose and the words he was saying became increasingly discernable.

"...so pay attention to me. You will do exactly as I say... you must put Ian out of your mind...he will have his own job to do...KNEEL!" the command was followed by a pause, then "You have remembered well Suzanne. Pull your skirt up. Further. Good, now resume the position."

As Ian strained to hear in the hall, inside the study Suzanne knelt on the floor, knees spread, the skirt of her dress pulled up to her waist, the perfect globes of her ass exposed above the tops of her stockings, her arms locked behind her back and her head bowed as she had been instructed. Her own breath was coming in short pants as she hyperventilated, wondering if she was finally going to consummate her submission to, and relationship with, the enigmatic Graham Leicester.

Graham sat as when Ian left them, but in the pause after she had taken up the position, spread his own knees and nonchalantly reached down and unzipped himself, releasing his hard cock, his eyes never leaving the vision before him. Even with her eyes cast down, Suzanne was aware what was happening in front of her, but she dared neither peek nor speak.

"Come here!" he demanded, and she shuffled obediently towards him. When she was positioned between his knees, even with head bowed in submission, she could see and sense his maleness before her. The heat of him caused her cheeks to blush. She could not stop herself licking her lips in anticipation.




The EMT Ch. 12



Before she could move her lips towards him, his hand snaked out to cup her breast, feeling the curves of her beneath the silky thinness of her dress; causing her nipple to involuntarily stiffen.

His fingers found it. He gripped it between finger and thumb. And he squeezed it, causing a sudden intake of breath, before pulling at it. Then his hand again curved around her breast, kneading the flesh before returning to her sensitive nipple.

He released her and ordered her to stand and remove her dress. She fumbled with the tied belt, and again as she reached behind her neck to pull down the zipper. She could feel his eyes on her as she pulled the dress over her shoulders and allowed it to fall in a cascade about her, pooling at the floor at her feet.

She stood shy and embarrassed before him, naked but for her thong and hold-ups, her eyes still cast down, and her arms crossed in front of her. She was aware of the smell of her own excitement, aware of the stiffness and sensitivity of her nipples, and of the goose-bumps down her arms and across her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard Graham call into the hall...

"Ian, come here".

She heard the door open again, and the sound of Ian entering the room, and she felt even more exposed, even more ashamed, aware of the vision she was presenting to her husband.

"Ian, fold Suzanne's dress and put it on the couch".

She sensed Ian approach, and then had to lift her feet to allow him to remove her dress. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him as he folded it, and she could see Graham's erect cock in his lap as he sat. She could even sense Ian trying not to look at it. Without any instruction or guidance, Ian knew to keep his eyes lowered or directed away.

"Now Ian, remove her panties for me" came the commanding voice of Graham from his chair.

Suzanne felt Ian kneel behind her, and she shuddered as she felt his hands touch her hips. Feeling her reaction his hands jerked away from her, but quickly returned to hook his thumbs in the waistband of her thong, and gently start to rock the garment down her taught thighs. She couldn't resist opening her legs slightly to make the task easier for him, and yet still the material clung to her core, as if her flesh were unwilling to release its final covering.

After this final résistance, the last remaining article of concealing clothing slid down her legs, and again she found herself lifting her feet as Ian removed her panties and stood to place them with her dress on the couch.

"Assume the proper standing position," Graham commanded, and Suzanne again spread her legs and reached behind her to grip her elbows. Suzanne was acutely aware of Ian standing behind her, of the moistness she felt between her legs, and of the scent of her own excitement.

Graham stood and stepped to Suzanne and reached a hand to behind her neck. His hand slid beneath the nape of her neck and his fingers curled into her hair. He bunched her hair in his fingers and pulled back to raise her eyes towards himself. As he looked into her eyes he said...

"Tell me that you will do whatever I command of you".

Suzanne swallowed. "I will do whatever you demand Sir!" she replied.

Graham turned to Ian, who could not tear his eyes away from the tableau before him. Ian's beautiful wife standing in shoes, stockings and nothing else, eyes only for this dominant alpha male before her, whose erection stood proudly before him, his wife like putty in Graham's hands. Ian felt completely powerless and unimportant, but aroused beyond belief. Graham spoke to Ian.

"Look at her Ian. Once she was yours, but now she is totally mine. She is no longer yours. She is mine. She will do as I say. She will fuck who I say. She will display herself, she will abuse herself, and she will debase herself as I command. You may not claim her as your wife. You may not even think of her as your wife, until I give you permission. Is that clear?"

Ian gulped in his humility. He looked again at the vision of Suzanne before him, at her perfect figure, her perfect curves, the body that he had loved and cherished and worshipped and taken pride in. He pulled his eyes from her reluctantly and turned towards Graham, a complete sense of loss tearing at his heart.

"I understand Sir" was all he could say.

"Good. I am beginning to think you can do it" said Graham, and he released Suzanne's hair. "I would dearly love to stay and play, but we all have work to do to be ready for tomorrow. Suzanne, put your dress back on." and he turned her towards the neatly folded dress on the couch, where Ian had placed it shortly before. Reluctantly, Suzanne stepped towards it and pulled it over her head as the men watched her. Graham himself helped her with the zipper, and as she retied the belt, he gave his instructions to them both.

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It was a little over 16 hours later when Ian and Suzanne sat in adjacent seats in the Business Class section of BA flight 289 as it accelerated down the runway at Heathrow airport bound for Sky Harbour, Phoenix, Arizona. Graham was seated in the first class compartment forward of them, having been upgraded on account of his BA Executive Club gold card. As the cabin crew served champagne or orange juice to the club passengers already aboard, and the rest of the passengers boarded and settled in behind them, Suzanne and Ian looked at each other and smiled a rueful smile.

Much less than 24 hours earlier they had been sitting together in their study at home in Edinburgh, their daughter asleep in bed above them, a quiet domestic scene of happy contentment, and now here they were; on a plane in London, bound for Phoenix, Arizona, and who knew what adventures ahead. It had been a mad scramble since Graham's unexpected visit; hurriedly packing, making arrangements for Emma, digging out passports and arranging ESTAs on-line, calling family and friends to explain (part) of what was going on. There had been no time to relax, to think, to talk until just now. Even on the plane down from Edinburgh, all their time had been taken up being briefed by Graham on the client installation in Phoenix which appeared to have gone so wrong, and which now threatened the reputation of Ruler Electronics.

At last, they were alone and could relax and talk. Ian broke the silence after raising his glass to Suzanne and taking a big swig of the sparkling wine he'd been handed by the attractive stewardess.

"Well darling, here's to our adventure and whatever it brings. You can't say that being contracted to Ruler doesn't keep life interesting."

Suzanne returned the toast and sipped delicately at her own glass of Buck's Fizz. "Let's hope that everything goes as we would wish," she replied, "but you'd better start practicing not calling me 'darling'. From this point on, I am nothing more than your work colleague Suzanne as Graham instructed. I think it would be a good idea to start now and get accustomed so that we don't make any mistakes when we arrive."

Ian nodded in acquiescence, but with a look of regret on his face. Suzanne looked at him questioningly. "Are you OK with everything? We haven't had a chance to talk about any of this."

Ian nodded again, and made an effort to brighten his countenance. "I'm going to miss being married to you for the next few days" he joked, "but I have to admit that I'm also fascinated to see you 'at work' from close quarters. If, as Graham implied, your 'special services' are required, it is going to be especially exciting for me to be close, even if I do have to pretend that I don't know you."

His bold suggestion of what may happen over the next few days caused the realisation to hit Suzanne, and an intense wave of trepidation and excitement rushed over her as she realised the potential that existed for more submission to the will of Graham Leicester. She relaxed back into her seat and closed her eyes as she imagined what she may be required to do as her part in rescuing the company's reputation.

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By the time they cleared immigration and customs in Phoenix it was approaching 5:15 and the light was beginning to fade. Two cars had been ordered and were waiting under Graham's name at the Hertz Number One Express stop when they alighted from the courtesy shuttle. The cars had their boots (trunks) open, paperwork complete and ready to receive their bags and go. It took a matter of minutes for them to distribute the bags. Graham instructed Ian to follow him, and made a point of seating Suzanne in his own vehicle rather than letting her ride with Ian. He took a couple of minutes to load an address into the Hertz NeverLost satnav system, and they were on their way in convoy, Graham and Suzanne leading with Ian bringing up the lonely rear.  By the time they arrived at their pre-arranged accommodation just north of the old town of Scottsdale, and Graham had checked in on all their behalf, it was 6:45 local time, and they had been travelling for some 18 hours. Ian looked at his watch and realised that back home in Edinburgh it was already 2:30 am the next day.

Wearily, they found their accommodation, which consisted of three adjacent units on the first floor of a block a short distance from reception and right next to an attractive pool complex in which a few holiday-makers were still frolicking under the artificial lighting. Graham directed them to their own apartments and gave each of them 45 minutes to freshen up and unpack before meeting him in his apartment, furthest to the right of the three.

Ian entered the apartment on the left as directed by Graham and found himself in a small but well furnished unit consisting of a decent sized bedroom with a pair of queen-sized single beds, a well-appointed bathroom, and with a little sitting room that contained a mini-kitchen. He also had a small balcony that overlooked the pool complex. As he explored his realm, he opened one door from his sitting room only to find another locked door behind it. He quickly realised that he was in the lock-off portion of a larger lock-off unit, and that the connecting door must lead into Suzanne's apartment in the middle between his and Grahams.

He checked his bearings, and quietly knocked on the locked door, and a few minutes later heard the lock being unfastened from the other side and Suzanne's face appeared as the door opened. When she saw Ian, the door opened fully and Ian stepped into the other half of the lock-off.

Suzanne's half was clearly the larger half of the complex, and Ian found himself in a hall leading to a large, split-level lounge / diner, with a fully equipped kitchen, wet-bar, laundry room and a huge balcony, this time facing away from the pool. The view from the huge window-wall was magnificent, with the mountains silhouetted by the sun which had already sunk behind them.

As Ian took in the luxurious surroundings and compared them to his own, more meagre accommodation, Suzanne took his hand and pulled him towards the master bedroom. "Come on, you can help me unpack."

The master bedroom and adjoining bathroom were sumptuous, with a huge king-sized bed, sitting area, walk-in wardrobes and dressing area. Suzanne had definitely got the better deal, but Ian somehow found that to be fitting and proper. He quickly helped her lift her cases onto the bed and unzipped them to allow her to remove and re-hang her clothes in the large wardrobe, or to carefully place her other things in some of the many drawers and cabinets that were available. This was a practiced routine, they had unpacked together every time they had taken a holiday, or visited family. The difference this time was that they weren't going t be sharing the same bed, not even the same room, and as Ian helped his wife move into her temporary home, he felt the chill of excitement that derived from the knowledge that she was going to be independent of him for the next few days, for the duration of her stay.

As Suzanne was laying out her toiletries in the huge bathroom, and Ian was shutting the emptied cases and stowing them in one of the many walk-in cupboards, they both froze as the ringing telephone jarred the peace of the apartment.

Suzanne looked around the archway that led to the bathroom, her finger to her lips, directing Ian to be quiet, and she picked up the telephone handset from its bracket on the wall of the bathroom. Ian held his breath as he heard Suzanne answer, and it was immediately clear that she was speaking to Graham. He could hear only one half of the conversation.

"Yes, it has been a tiring day."

"No, I am almost finished unpacking."

"Of course Graham, whatever you wish."

"No, it won't take me long. 5 or 10 minutes at most."

"OK, I'll join you directly. See you in a few minutes."

Ian heard Suzanne replace the handset on its mount, and then she reappeared from the bathroom and hurried him towards the pair of doors that would either separate or join their respective apartments. As she pushed him through the doorway, she kissed him briefly on the lips and in response to his questioning look, and with a look of love for him, she spoke.

"No change in plans. We are to meet in Graham's apartment in 10 minutes; he just wanted to tell me to get changed before I went through."

Ian nodded in understanding, realising he had little time left to do his own unpacking. Before she closed her side of the door, Suzanne continued.

"Now, this is important. Leave your door this side unlocked and open, that way I can come to see you whenever it is safe to do so. If my door is open, you can come and see me, as long as you behave yourself and leave immediately if I ask you to! But if my door is shut and locked, don't knock or try to see me. I think that is the safest plan."

Suzanne cast her eye quickly and curiously around Ian's room before withdrawing and closing and, Ian thought, rather emphatically locking her side of the connecting door. He was left standing lonely and bemused in his own world. He looked at his watch and then started, running to his bathroom and splashing water on his face to freshen-up, and then fumbling in his still-packed cases for some fresh clothes to wear.

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Five minutes later, Ian was ringing the bell at the side of the door to Graham's apartment. Graham let him in and Ian wasn't surprised to see that Graham's accommodation was a mirror image of Suzanne's, except that Graham had opened the doors to the lock-off mini-apartment, which in his case was unoccupied. Ian could see Graham's emptied travelling bags thrown carelessly onto one of the twin beds and assumed that Graham would use the smaller apartment as a box-room during his stay.

Graham led Ian into his enormous lounge, and offered him a drink. Ian was surprised to see that in Graham's case, the wet-bar was fully stocked, and fresh flowers had been arranged on various side-tables, lending the apartment a much homelier aspect. Suzanne's living space was much less homely for their absence.

"Rooms alright?" asked Graham, and Ian indicated that everything was fine as he accepted the large Gin and Tonic that Graham had poured and was offering him.

"Good," said Graham, "I just wanted us to spend a bit of time going over our plan of attack – we have an early start tomorrow."

Graham sank into the heavily upholstered couch and indicated for Ian to be seated. They each sipped their drinks and their eyes were naturally drawn to the magnificent view through the huge window that constituted one wall of the room. It was the same view that Ian had noticed in Suzanne's room, but now he noted that the sky behind the mountains had noticeably darkened, lessening the silhouette, but allowing a couple of the brighter stars to become apparent (together with the lights of one or two airplanes queuing to land at Sky Harbour).

"Suzanne should be here in a couple of minutes," said Graham, "and we'll start proper when she arrives, but I had these delivered, so you may as well start looking at them." And he threw a large brown manila envelope across to Ian, nearly knocking the drink out of his hand.

Ian looked at the contents of the envelope and saw a bunch of engineering drawings and blueprints. He pulled them from the envelope and quickly flicked through them, noting the name of their US west coast distributor in the bottom right hand corner, along with dates, drawing numbers and the name of the client "Indian Desert Jewellers Inc.".

"These are the installation drawings together with the client's site plans. They were drawn up as part of the contract negotiations, and as far as I know, that is what we supplied and installed. There have been no contract variation orders that I'm aware of" Graham continued.  "I'd like you to have a good look over them before tomorrow and see if you can see any weaknesses."

Ian nodded, and was about to unfold the first drawing when the doorbell rang, and Graham asked Ian to let Suzanne in.

When Ian opened the door to his wife he gasped at what he saw. Suzanne stood in the doorway wearing a long, white Asian looking concoction that Ian had never seen before. It had a kaftan type collar and was delicately embroidered with white silk designs, but the main body was made of thin, cheesecloth type material that was diaphanous and see-through. It was clear that Suzanne wore nothing beneath, and she looked cool and beautiful in the evening heat. Ian wondered how she could look so wonderful at the end of what had been such a long and tiring day. He felt his cock harden with the vision of her as she stepped around him and into the hall and walked towards the lounge, where Graham was already preparing a drink for her.

As he followed her down the short hall, Ian couldn't miss the delicate perfume that wafted behind her and he was unable to drag his eyes away from the globes of her ass as she walked in front of him. Her buttocks rolled and moved delightfully under the light material, the crack of her ass plainly visible, and her hips swayed in an almost exaggerated fashion as she walked up to Graham and kissed his cheek before accepting the drink that he offered her. As Ian followed her into the lounge, he wondered what was different, and then realised that Graham had cleverly switched up the lighting on the patio and down in the room. The effect was that the patio light now acted as a backlight, silhouetting Suzanne's divine form through her filmy dress in the same way that the setting sun had silhouetted the mountains so clearly half an hour before.

Suzanne appeared completely at ease with her near nudity and stood with her back to the window, enjoying her drink, as both men looked at her, a vision of cool beauty, the darker patches of her nipples, naval and neat pubic hair clearly visible through the very becoming and soft white fabric.

Graham eventually drew his eyes from her lovely form and broke the spell in the room.

"OK team, here are our plans for tomorrow." 



The EMT Ch. 13



Slow start this one, but I think it is worth reading through. I had to struggle to stop making this a crime mystery and get back to the core of Suzanne's story. For those fans out there, I promise some real humiliation and submission for Suzanne in the next episode.

Worth reading the previous chapters to catch up with the storyline.

By popular demand, I am re-introducing voting, although I notice that the last episode (which excluded voting) didn't attract any flamers.

Chapter 13

They met again at 08:30 in a local "Good Egg" breakfast bar, ready to put their plan into action. The plan was to meet the co-owners of the Indian Desert Jewellery Company at their offices in Phoenix for a kick-off meeting before splitting up to find out more about what had gone wrong. 

Ian was to visit the warehouse, scene of the break-in, which would take him along Superstition Freeway towards Mesa. Once there, he'd check out the installation and start the forensic examination of digital recordings and computer logs that they hoped would shed some light on the incident. He'd spent much of the night checking out the plans and drawings, but with one ear cocked for any noises from the next door apartment where his wife Suzanne was staying, hoping to get some clue as to what was happening there. However, the linking door had remained implacably closed and locked all evening, and all he'd seen of Suzanne since they had left Graham's apartment the night before had been when he drove into the Good Egg parking lot and found her sitting with Graham, already on their first cup of steaming coffee, when he entered the restaurant to meet them.

The plan for Suzanne, such as it was, was to remain with one of the client owners in Phoenix and to visit and check out, as much as she could, the two company-owned retail outlets in downtown Phoenix, hopefully picking up whatever gossip or grapevine intelligence might be being passed around the salesroom staff about the major event that had transpired at the warehouse. As Ian sipped his first coffee, he looked at his wife across the booth and was pleased to see that she looked rested and composed after the strenuous flight the day before. She was dressed conservatively in smart business-casual blouse and skirt, with her strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a neat pony tail, and with just the right amount of make-up – as if she was about to commute to her office for the day's grind.

Graham himself was planning, after the start-up meeting, the long drive down to Tucson where the local distributor for Ruler Electronics was situated. He wanted to hear at first hand from his own agents, all that had transpired prior to, and since the break-in at the Indian Desert warehouse.

It was all business as they ate a full breakfast, and then climbed into their two cars for the short drive to the clients' offices for their planned meeting at 09:30. On arrival, they were shown into a small conference room, and helped themselves to more coffee as they awaited the arrival of their aggrieved customers.

When the door opened and the clients arrived, Ian for one was somewhat taken aback to see two very large black guys, dressed smartly but casually and aged between 30 and 40. As they shook hands all around, Ian noticed how the large hands of each of the co-owners completely swamped his wife's small and dainty hand. They introduced themselves as Otis and Cordell Stokes, two brothers who had made their money in pro-football, and who were now respected businessmen in the Phoenix area. Graham himself had made the introductions of the Ruler Electronics party, and Ian's heart missed a beat as Graham introduced Suzanne to the two African Americans as "my assistant, here to help in any way she can".

They quickly settled around the small conference table, and Graham asked Otis and Cordell to explain what had happened in their own words. It transpired that their warehouse had been broken into three nights earlier, and only 3 weeks after commissioning the state-of-the-art CCTV and motion sensor defence system that had been supplied by Ruler Electronics. No alarms had sounded immediately, and it was only the diligence of the on-site security officer that had prevented a catastrophic loss of valuable stock. The security officer had happened to be doing his rounds when he saw a light in one of the stock rooms. He had challenged the intruders sufficiently forcefully that he had frightened them off, but not before they had loaded their bags with an estimated $270,000 worth of jewellery.

The security officer had immediately alerted the owner brothers, following the laid down Incident Response Procedures that formed part of his training, and both Otis and Cordell had been on site within 15 minutes to assess the damage. They had found no evidence or clue from the video tapes and system logs as to how the intruders had gained entry or why the alarms hadn't sounded to alert the on-site security guards to the break-in. However, they did find evidence of the entrance and exit route taken by the burglars; a small hole in a perimeter fence and a broken window at the rear of the premises.

At first, and in the absence of the system responding to the break-in, their suspicions had turned to the security guard and an "inside job". However, the guard was a long-term employee that they knew well, and subsequent investigations had all but exonerated him from any involvement. There was clear evidence of a break-in, there was lost stock worth more than a quarter of a million dollars, and yet their sophisticated defence systems could shed no light on what had happened, nor explain why no alarms had been sounded. All subsequent tests on the system had shown it working and functioning as designed, and Otis and Cordell were at a loss for an explanation.

"So Mr Leicester" concluded Otis, the older of the two brothers, "how do you explain this mystery? Is our expensive new system really just a piece of shit, or can you tell us what happened here?"

Graham was apologetic and curious, shying short of becoming defensive about his company's flagship products, but convinced there must be some problem with implementation rather than a fault with the products themselves. He asked some questions, and outlined their plans for commencing the investigation. It was finally agreed that Ian would drive with Cordell, the more technical of the two brothers, to the warehouse in Ian's car. Graham would drive down to Tucson as originally planned in his own car, and Otis would drive Suzanne into downtown Phoenix to tour the retail outlets, using his own car. It was by now a little after 10:30 am and they agreed to meet back here at 5:00 pm and compare notes.

As they left the office to head their separate ways, Ian's last sight of Suzanne was of her lowering herself carefully into the very low passenger seat of Otis' very sleek German sports car as Otis held the door for her. Ian couldn't help but notice the way Otis' eyes lingered on her exposed tanned legs as she backed herself into the seat and swung her legs around, before pulling the seatbelt across her chest as Otis closed her door and walked around to the driver's side. As he walked around the car, Otis nonchalantly adjusted his "package" as if he was already excited by what he had seen.

Ian looked across at the large bulk of Cordell who was adjusting himself into the much smaller passenger seat of Ian's hire car and felt a tang of jealousy that his wife was now to spend the next 5 or 6 hours with Cordell's older brother, with no-one there to look after her.

As Ian pulled away, Cordell let out a sigh and commented "Gee, that Suzanne is a nice piece of ass. No offence mister, but I think my older bro got the best end of this deal. I would give a lot to spend the day with that lady."

Ian's pulse again raced as he heard this large black man comment on his wife, oblivious of Ian's actual relationship with her. He almost made a comment, but remembered just in time that for the duration of this trip, he had to pretend that he wasn't married to Suzanne, that she was just a colleague as far as anyone else was concerned. He remained silent, and the three cars exited from the Indian Valley Jewellers head office car park and headed their separate ways.

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Ian and Cordell were the first back at the small conference room at just after 5:00 pm. Their day had been busy, but they had found a quick rapport, recognising and respecting their respective technical skills and knowledge. Whilst Ian's expertise was far more extensive and professional than Cordell's, Ian had quickly learnt that Cordell was no fool, and that he had a quick mind and a curiosity about the technical aspects of the installation that was supposed to be protecting his assets at the warehouse. As Cordell arranged for fresh coffee and donuts to be brought into the room, Ian booted up his laptop and started to make notes on what he had found during their visit to the scene of the crime.

They had started by physically examining the installation, looking for blind spots that might have been exploited by the criminals. By design, Ian knew from his examination of the blueprints the previous evening, no such blind spots existed, so he had been looking for deviations from the design that might have created a weakness. However, it had quickly become apparent that the implementation had been executed perfectly, and he could find no fault with the installed equipment.

Their next step had been to examine the entry and exit routes used by the criminals to look for any remaining clues or information, but the sites had been previously swept clear by Police Scenes of Crime officers, and any remaining evidence would have been obliterated by the subsequent attempts to secure the areas to prevent any repeat of the break-in. There was little left to see except for the obvious evidence of break-in and the route taken, which totally convinced Ian that a real burglary had taken place. There had been a lingering doubt in his mind that the owners themselves may have mocked up the theft as part of some elaborate insurance fraud, but one look at the remaining evidence convinced him that this had been a real incident. The mystery was, why hadn't a well designed and implemented system raised the alarm?

Cordell and Ian had then tested the security system implementation, almost to destruction. First using the route so obviously taken by the robbers, and then using as many alternative intrusion routes as they could think of; they repeatedly armed the system and then recorded how it responded to their mock assaults. In every case, the system had responded exactly as it should have done, deepening the mystery of the silent alarms and lack of video evidence.

Finally, in confusion and frustration, Ian had started to look at the server installation and in particular at the system log file information, and he'd taken copies of the relevant log files and video recordings from the night of the robbery. He had had to work carefully and delicately to take pure copies of the information, in order not to destroy any evidence or alter any of the recorded information, and these forensically accurate copies were now stored on his laptop, ready for him to do some detailed analysis as soon as he could get back to his room and the tools he had brought with him.

Ian had just finished typing up his notes and checking that the log files and recordings were safely where he had stored them when the door opened and Suzanne and Otis entered the room. Ian knew immediately that something had happened between them. There was an intimacy between them that hadn't been there when they had met that morning, and there was a glow about Suzanne that he hadn't seen before. All day long, his thoughts had been interrupted by a concern for Suzanne's welfare and a curiosity as to how her day was going, often prompted by further inappropriate comments from Cordell. Now he knew that she had secrets to tell, but he was totally unable to find out what. He had to play the work colleague role that Graham had assigned to him, and had to keep the curious husband role strictly in check.

For her part, Suzanne played her role perfectly, virtually ignoring Ian, and gratefully accepting from Cordell the offered coffee, but politely declining the donuts on offer. They had barely settled when Graham also arrived, and the party was complete, assembled for a de-brief on the day's events.

Swallowing his private curiosity over how Suzanne's day had gone, and at the request of Graham who quickly took charge, Ian recounted the events of his day with Cordell at the warehouse. The others asked a few questions as he detailed the various steps they had already taken, and they were as confused and frustrated as he was when he explained that the day's investigation had provided no answers – the mystery was as deep as it ever had been. There seemed to be no explanation for why the system had apparently mal-functioned.

Graham asked what was to come next, and Ian launched into an increasingly technical explanation of how he intended to forensically analyse the log files and recordings to look for more clues. Apart from Cordell, whose interest in the technical details was deepening, the explanation was far too technical for the others present, and Graham quickly diverted the group, by explaining that his own day spent travelling down and back from Tucson had been fairly uneventful and fruitless. Nearly 5 hours driving there and back had not been rewarded by any deep and meaningful insights in the two hours he'd been able to spend face-to-face with his distributor partners. They were convinced that their design and implementation had been thorough and professional, a fact that Ian was able to confirm from his own observations, and they had no idea what might have gone wrong.

Finally, Graham turned to Otis and Suzanne to ask if they'd had any more luck. Ian dragged his eyes away from his laptop screen to listen to what they had to say. Otis began.

"We had a pleasant drive down to the stores, and I was able to show Suzanne around our retail operation as requested. She met the managers and sales staff, and I gave her plenty of time to look around, but I'm not sure she discovered anything very relevant. I never did think that we'd get very much from that side of the business – the break-in was at the warehouse after all. Suzanne, what was your impression?"

The tired eyes of the whole assembly were on Suzanne.

"Well, I really enjoyed looking around the jewellery stores and meeting the staff, but as Otis said, we didn't learn very much. The stores are great, really nicely set up and everyone I met was eager to help, but just had nothing much to offer. We'd pretty much finished and drawn a blank by shortly after midday, so Otis kindly took me to lunch, and then we spent the afternoon seeing some of what Phoenix has to offer."

At this point, Ian noticed a look pass between Suzanne and Otis, and he noticed that Graham noticed it too. Suzanne went on.

"I'm really sorry that we can't offer an explanation, but I did learn a lot about jewellery retailing, and Otis was a perfect host." She turned and patted Otis' enormous shoulder and gave him a little smile of thanks before turning back to the others and turning her smile apologetic.

Graham wrapped it up – they had learnt virtually nothing and depended on Ian's coming forensic examination to point the way to any further investigation needed. They agreed that they would return to their accommodation, get cleaned up after an exhausting and fruitless day, and convene for dinner that evening at a restaurant recommended by Otis and Cordell.

"Except for you I'm afraid Ian" Graham turned his attention to his engineer. "You'd better get on looking at the log files and see what you can find out. We'll arrange for some food to be brought to you, but I don't want to waste any time on progressing our investigation – there is too much at stake."

Ian acknowledged the order, and they split up to head off. Unusually, Graham opened the passenger door of Ian's car and ushered Suzanne into the seat for the trip back to the resort, then Graham drove himself, and Otis and Cornell shared the Mercedes they had arrived in, which barely accommodated the two of them.

After Ian had pulled out of the car park and they were safely alone, his curiosity got the better of him, and he turned to Suzanne and asked her what had really happened during her day.

Suzanne's Story

Suzanne started by explaining that the day had started just as she had explained in the meeting that had just finished. Otis had driven her to the downtown location of his two retail outlets (they were within a couple of blocks of each other), and he'd parked at the first store and taken her inside and shown her around, introducing her to his staff. The staff had been mostly female and the store was very nice with high quality stock shown off in well lit display cabinets. Otis had shown her the in-store security arrangements, including the walk-in safe in the rear room where stock was stored overnight or when the store was closed. The stock used at the stores was of a different quality to the warehouse, which mostly served the company's mail-order business. At this first store, Otis had got on with some paperwork in the small office, leaving Suzanne to talk freely with the staff.

When she had about exhausted all that she could do in store number one, Otis had escorted her to the second store. This was larger and inside a fashion mall, with no parking available at the store itself, just the general public parking that existed for the mall public. Suzanne had been surprised to see that this store was divided into two sides, with one side very similar to the first store, and devoted entirely to high quality jewellery. However, the second side of this store stocked some haute couture fashions which really attracted Suzanne's attention – "No woman can resist window shopping" she said with a smile to Ian.

Once again, Otis had left her to look around and to speak to the staff, but it quickly became apparent that although they were vaguely aware of the incident at the warehouse, they had very little to offer by way of enlightenment, so Suzanne had browsed over to the fashion display and had been working her way through the sale racks when Otis had returned and invited her to lunch. They had eaten in a small bistro restaurant in the fashion mall itself, and Otis had been the perfect gentleman until they were nearing the end of their little meal and he was pouring a second glass of the very nice wine that he had chosen to accompany it.

Ian had continued to drive as he listened to Suzanne recount the events of her day, but now looked across to Suzanne with a question in his eyes. "So what happened then?" he asked, "I know something happened. What was it?"

Suzanne smiled back at him.

"Well, when Graham drove me down to the office this morning, he gave me some instructions whilst we were alone in the car. Did he tell you about them?" she asked her impatient husband.

"I haven't had a minute alone with Graham all day" he replied, "when the hell was he going to tell me?"

"Steady soldier, steady" she replied, "you will learn all eventually. OK, as we were driving from breakfast this morning, Graham told me to take any chance I got to try to get 'close' with either of the owners. He said it might prove advantageous later. Actually, just having him tell me that was really exciting – it was like he was giving me a licence to do whatever I wanted, but still acting under his orders. I have to tell you, it kind of set me up on edge, and I was already excited before we met them. Then, when I saw they were black, well that just added to my excitement. Well, later on, there I was enjoying a nice lunch with Otis and the moment seemed right to do as I'd been told. And you know how I like to do as I'm told these days!"




The EMT Ch. 13



Ian felt his excitement growing with his impatience, and had to work hard to concentrate on the road and traffic around him. "So what did you do?" he asked breathlessly.

"Well, I told Otis that some of the clothes I'd seen in the second store location were really nice, and if we had some time whilst we were here, I'd really like to try some on. It took him about two seconds to say that there's no time like the present, and he settled our bill and we headed back to the store. Five minutes later, I had an armful of nice stuff and Otis showed me into the office and invited me to use that as a changing room."

Ian's lips were dry as he imagined the possibilities. "Go on" was all he could say.

"Still Otis was a perfect gentleman, and he stepped out of the office to leave me in private. It was kind of weird changing in an office, but I soon stripped out of my day clothes and slipped on the first item. It was a lovely aquamarine silk evening dress, with a very low back. Obviously, I couldn't wear a bra with it, so I slipped that off as well. Then I looked around for a mirror, and of course there wasn't one in the office, so I stepped out of the door. Otis was in the corridor standing guard, and I could feel his eyes all over me as I stepped into his view."

Suzanne paused as she recollected Otis' reaction to her change of clothes.

"I explained to Otis that I needed a mirror and was about to enter the store to look for one when he said 'Wait here, I'll bring one.' Then he returned a minute later rolling one of the full-length mirrors from the store in front of him. To be honest, by then I didn't need a mirror; Otis' reaction had already given me all the feedback I needed on the dress. But he insisted that I use it, and he rolled it right into the office for me."

"So there we were, both in the office, door open, and me posing and pretending to scrutinise the dress. Otis was watching me closely as I turned and looked at my reflection, and I kind of hammed it up a bit for him, standing on tip-toe, turning and posing, enjoying him watching me. To be honest, it really was a nice dress, although not really my colour, I thought I still looked good in it. Otis certainly thought so, and made a few comments."

Ian imagined Suzanne doing as she described, and knew how good she would have looked in a filmy silk evening dress and little else.

"I pulled up my hair onto the top of my head, as if my hair was up, and studied the effect, all the time watching Otis in the mirror studying me. By then he must have started to feel a bit embarrassed by the attention he was paying me because he started to edge away towards the door. I didn't want him to go, and couldn't think of what to do, so just asked him to help me with the zipper before he went. I thought I'd gone too far when he just stopped, but then he slowly turned and walked over to me, as if reluctantly. I had to point the zipper out to him, and his big black hands reached out to help."

"It was like a shock when his hands touched the bare skin of my lower back. I'm sure that he felt the electricity between us too. Big as he is, he was very gentle as he pulled down the zipper all the way."

By now, Ian was hard and straining against his pants. They were also getting close to their apartment complex, and Ian was torn between hearing all the details, just as Suzanne had been describing them, and hearing what actually happened, skimming the detail. He decided that patience was a virtue in this case, and asked Suzanne to go on.

"Jeesh Suzanne, what happened next – and please don't miss anything out."

Suzanne reached a hand across and felt his excitement.

"My my, you are enjoying this aren't you" she giggled. "Don't worry, you will get all the details, and you won't be disappointed. If I don't finish the story before we get home, you can hear all about it whilst I have a bath and get ready for dinner with the boys."

Ian remembered the arrangements for the evening. Suzanne would be dining with Otis, Cordell and Graham, whilst he, Ian, her husband was excluded. He'd be working on analysing the log files in his room and wouldn't be present. Given what he had heard so far, the evening seemed set for almost anything to happen. Suzanne quickly grabbed his attention again.

"So, Otis unzipped the dress. Despite having a very low back, the waist and hips were very tailored, requiring quite a long zip from the base, somewhere around the small of my back, all the way down past my buttocks. As he unzipped me, I could feel the dress peel apart and he must have seen my ass cheeks, separated by the back of my thong. I heard a small gasp as he looked, and then, instead of stepping away, he just placed his big strong hands on the skin of my back, and slid them sensuously around to the sides of my waist, spreading the dress wider to expose me even more."

Suzanne gave Ian another squeeze.

"Do you still like your wife being such a wanton slut?" she asked. Ian could only swallow and nod.

"It felt really nice having his warm dry hands touching me so intimately. When I didn't protest or stop him, I could feel him grow in confidence, and his hands slid up my sides and onto my shoulders, easing the dress from them, which slipped down my arms, held up only by the friction as it clung to my breasts. My entire back was now naked, all the way down to the tops of my legs, and I could feel his eyes drinking me in. I felt so sexy, standing there like that."

"He stepped away for a moment to close and lock the door, and when he returned, as he walked around to my front to face me, he let his hand caress my backside, cupping my cheek as he walked around me. And that's when he kissed me."

By now the car had reached the security gate to the apartment complex, and Ian slid down his window and reached out to enter the security PIN into the electronic lock. They could see Graham's car up ahead, already through the heavy metal gate which had swung closed behind him, and as the gate swung open again, they both watched as Graham turned into the parking lot for their building. Ian knew that they only had a few more seconds alone in the car, but he was comforted by the fact that Suzanne had said he could hear the rest of the story as she bathed and got ready for her date later in the evening.

"Don't say any more just now darling" he told her. "I want to enjoy the rest of the story rather than rush it."

Suzanne nodded her understanding, but as they drove through the gate and made their way to their allocated parking slot, she reached over one last time to feel Ian's hardness in his lap. By the time they had parked, Graham was waiting for them, and he smiled at them both before turning to Suzanne.

"I hope that you were able to give Ian a slightly fuller account of your day Suzanne. I'll hear about it as we drive to the restaurant I am sure, but we need to be ready to leave in about 90 minutes. Please don't be late; I've learned that these Americans don't like to eat late."

"Yes Sir!" said Suzanne, and turned to head to the elevator. "I'll be ready on time."

Graham turned to Ian. "Ian, remember our deal. You have some important work to get started this evening. I'd like you to concentrate on that whilst we are gone. Whatever happens this evening, I am sure that Suzanne will give you a full account when she can. Please don't let what might be happening ruin your concentration on the task in hand."

Ian could only nod in reply, aware that he was going to face a difficult evening alone and waiting for Suzanne to come home.

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Fifteen minutes later, Ian was seated on a stool in Suzanne's bathroom as Suzanne luxuriated in the huge bath. Every now and again, an arm or a leg would appear through the suds as Suzanne stretched or washed another part of her gorgeous anatomy under Ian's rapt gaze. Her smooth tanned skin shone with a radiance and glow that seemed almost unearthly, her blonde hair piled on top of her head to avoid getting it wet, and her eyes shining with excitement. Ian didn't know whether the excitement was for what had already happened, or whether it was in anticipation of what may yet be to come.

"So he kissed you" he started. "And I suppose that you kissed him back?"

Suzanne nodded dreamily.

"It is always nice kissing someone new" she agreed. "Everyone does it differently. He was much bigger than anyone I have kissed before, and his lips and mouth were so huge in comparison. I found it really nice to kiss him back."

Ian groaned at the picture that was forming in his mind. He loved his wife, he adored her. He wondered why he found sharing her with other men so irresistibly exciting.

"It didn't take long before his hand just helped my dress slip down off of my boobs, and then there was nothing to stop it sliding down and cascading in a pool at my feet" she continued, adding more detail to the image in Ian's mind.

"So there I was, almost naked, in a room with a strange black man, who by now had formed the clear impression that I was his for the taking. How does that thought make you feel darling?"

Suzanne looked at Ian and demanded an answer, and Ian looked sheepishly back at her. Despite everything that had happened to them so far, Ian remained somewhat uneasy about revealing the depth of his inner feelings.

"It's, erm, very exciting" he replied. "You know how proud I am of you, how much I love and cherish you, and I can't explain why it excites me as much as it does, but the thought thrills me."

Suzanne smiled a wicked smile. "Show me!" she demanded, "Show me how much it excites you."

At first, Ian didn't understand what she was asking, but when he looked at her quizzically, she just nodded down towards his pants. Reluctantly and shyly, Ian reached down and unzipped himself, and reached into his pants to release his hard cock to Suzanne's gaze.

"Mmmm" she moaned, "I can see that it does excite you. You are all stiff aren't you? Although, I have to say, he was MUCH bigger than you. Now, why don't you stroke it whilst I tell you the rest of the story?"

Again, and reluctantly at first, Ian reached a hand down and started to stroke his own hardness, embarrassed that his wife was watching as he started to play with himself. Suzanne paused a few moments, watching, until he relaxed slightly, and then she continued with her story.

"After my dress had fallen down, he broke our kiss and stepped back to look at me. I could tell that he really liked what he saw, and I stood and allowed him to see my nakedness. I was already wet with excitement; Graham's instructions and events all day had made me very horny. After a moment, he reached for me and pulled me to him, and I was aware of my naked skin against his clothing; it felt so wicked."

"He picked me up, physically, and waked me over towards the desk, where he sat me on the edge and kissed me again. I put my arms around him and returned his kiss, enjoying the goose bumps that were growing all over my exposed body."

Ian closed his eyes to avoid seeing her watch as the speed of his stroking increased. With his eyes closed, he was able to imagine the scene, and he watched them kiss, Suzanne nearly nude, and Otis fully dressed.

"He started to talk to me as he unbuttoned his shirt, and I watched as his great chest revealed itself; dark and smooth, but with tightly curled chest hair. 'Are you ready for some of this Suzanne?' he asked, and I nodded as he unbuttoned his pants. 'Are you sure that you can handle what I have to offer?', and I wondered myself as he slipped down his trousers and I saw his huge cock for the first time."

Again, Suzanne paused as she remembered the scene. His heavy cock, still not fully hard, had hung over a pair of balls the like of which she had never seen, framed by his huge black thighs. As he'd stepped from his discarded pants and walked back to stand in front of her, still stripping the shirt from himself, he had stepped between her legs hanging over the edge of the desk, and she had felt the heaviness of his meat as it brushed against her inner thigh.

"Go on" whispered Ian, his eyes still closed, and his mind seeing everything as clearly as Suzanne recounted it.

"He kissed me again, and I found my hands reaching down to feel him. I felt him getting harder in my hands, his cock growing as I stroked it, erecting and stretching, and getting heavier as it became engorged with blood and lust."

By now, Ian's hand was a blur on his own cock, occasionally easing to a slower rhythm as he tried to withhold his release.

"He reached down and slipped my thong from beneath my ass, and then stooped to slide it off of one leg, before pulling it aside. I remember thinking how slutty I must have looked with it remaining dangling on my other leg. But then I stopped thinking about it, as he stepped closer and I guided him into me. Despite his size, I was so wet and ready for him, that he slipped relatively easily into me for the first couple of inches. I had to scramble to the very edge of the desk, and I started to feel some pain as he went deeper. And we kissed again as he slid fully into me. I remember moaning into his mouth and feeling fuller than ever before as we clutched and pulled each other closer."

Ian was now moaning himself, and Suzanne knew that he was close to coming.

"Go on Ian, come for me darling. Come as you think about his big black cock sliding in and out of me, wet with my wetness. I loved having him using me, and I kissed his tight black nipples as he started to slide in and out of me. I rested my head against his big chest, licked his nipples and begged him to fuck me harder. Come for me darling. My hands went up to his shoulders, and I felt the size of him, the strange hugeness of this man that I had only known a few hours. He was fucking me hard, his ass clenching and unclenching as he rammed me urgently. I looked over his shoulder and saw him pumping me, watched his ass move back and forwards. Watched as my own mouth opened and closed as I moaned and groaned and begged him for more."

Ian opened his eyes to see Suzanne sitting up in the bath, her own eyes watching intently as his hand raced up and down his own length. She couldn't take her eyes off his lap, and his legs stretched out before him as he neared his own release. She kept talking, fuelling his imagination and lust.

"He was really fucking me hard by now, and grunting and talking to me between breaths. 'Oh yeah, oh yeah. You want it. You want more of this.' And I did, I wanted him inside me, I wanted him to pump me full of his seed. I wanted him to empty himself into me. I could feel my own orgasm approaching as I thought about what I was doing. Giving myself to this man, this black man, this stranger."

Ian cried out as his orgasm arrived, and then there was a short pause as the pressure mounted, before the first long rope of cum streamed from the end of his cock, shooting across the floor of the bathroom.

"Oh yes baby! Cum for mommy, cum like he did. Show me how much you love me."

Spurt after spurt followed the first, slowly reducing in strength and distance. Ian closed his eyes again, unable to stand the piercing gaze of Suzanne as she watched the results of his stroking. Watching until his orgasm died, and his hardness softened, his hand still around his shrinking cock, milking the last of his own orgasm. She had stopped talking now, just watching him, watching his body relax after his intense release. Leaning forwards in the bath, her chin resting on her arm draped across the edge of the bath. Her eyes still glinting with the excitement of watching his indulgence.

Ian's breathing slowed and returned to normal, and still she watched him. She watched as his heaving chest slowed, and his hand slipped from his softened organ and rested on his thigh. She watched as the last drops grew and then dripped from the end of his spent cock.

He opened his eyes and reddened as he looked at her, and she looked back at him, now at his face, and smiled at him. He smiled back, embarrassed.

"That was intense" he said, redundantly.

"Well, there's more to come" she promised. "But not now! Now I need to get out of this bath and get ready for my date with three men. And you need to get some work done. You'd better clean that lot up first," she said, and nodded towards the spent ejaculate that was clearly visible on the dark tiles of the bathroom floor. "I don't want to be slipping on that and banging my head on the bath."

She laughed, and Ian adjusted his dress and pulled some tissues from the box on the counter, and bent to clean up his embarrassing mess.

"You can stay long enough to help me choose what to wear, then it's back to your room and concentrate on your job" she ordered. "Pass me the towel."

To be continued...



The EMT Ch. 14



Suzanne pushed Ian ahead of her into the bedroom of her apartment. She was wrapped in a large fluffy white bath-towel and the white towel slippers that came with the room, and nothing else. Ian of course was fully dressed.

Suzanne flung open the doors to one of the large wardrobes that furnished the bedroom and swept her hand across the few clothes hanging within in an extravagant gesture.

"You know what we have to work with darling; you helped me pack and unpack! What do you recommend for dinner this evening?"

Ian looked at his wife. She was bubbly and full of confidence, obviously enjoying her new found licentiousness and freedom, and he wondered how his beautiful wife had kept this part of herself hidden for so long, until Graham Leicester had found a way to strip her of her normal decency and expose the burgeoning slut that must have hidden inside.

"Haven't you had any guidance from your Master Mr Leicester?" he asked in a slightly sarcastic tone, and immediately regretted it. Suzanne's bubbliness evaporated, and she looked at him concerned and startled.

"I'm sorry!" he immediately offered, "I didn't mean that to sound the way it did."

Suzanne came up to him and put her arms around him. "Oh sweetheart, you knew what we were getting into when we started this. Are you having regrets?"

She held Ian at arm's length and stared at his countenance, waiting for his answer, and Ian's mind reflected on the journey they had taken together. This had all started really because of his own desire to share his beautiful wife with the larger world. It was he that had the fantasies about exposing her to his friend, it was he that always wanted, and pushed for things to go further. Suzanne was right; they had both known what they were getting into when Ian had written his letter to Graham offering him his wife to use, asking for Graham to put her under contract. 

As Suzanne watched his face, waiting for his answer to her question, he realised, rather shamefacedly, that his sarcasm had been the result of a fleeting post-orgasmic remorse, a brief concern that they were growing apart, when in reality he knew that they were as close as ever, it was just that a new dimension had been added to their lives. He remembered the same reaction when he and Suzanne had deliberately set out to expose her to John. Afterwards, when Suzanne had re-joined them in the study, wearing a filmy negligee and passively letting John take control, Ian had watched them and masturbated. He'd had the same post-orgasmic remorse then, but it had quickly passed.

"I'm really sorry," he said, "Sometimes, just after my need has been satisfied, I feel less confident about what we are doing. For a few moments immediately after I have cum I sometimes feel less sure. You just gave me an intense orgasmic experience, and I guess I was feeling the after-effects of that. I'm sorry. I really don't have any regrets. The upsides are so much more significant than any downsides. "

Suzanne kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm glad to hear that. We are committed to this path by my contract for another couple of months at the very least, and if we don't take the early release clause, for much longer than that. Let's make sure that we talk honestly and openly about what we are thinking and feeling, we need to be in this together."

They smiled at each other, and sealed the deal with a longer, more intimate kiss. When they broke apart, they both knew that they had passed a key moment, that they now understood each other a little better, that they each had their worries but that they would go ahead as a team into the unknown, but exciting future. Much had been said between them that had been unsaid, as is often the case with married couples. They understood each other, and the recognition of that in itself had served to confirm their unique closeness.

After the kiss broke, Suzanne looked at the clock on the bedside table and shrieked. "I need to get going!"

Ian still looked thoughtful, and Suzanne paused again. "Are you really OK?"

"I'm fine," he replied, and smiled, "It's just that I was thinking about what I said. Seriously, shouldn't you be asking Graham if he has any preferences for what you wear tonight?"

Suzanne considered the question. "Mmmmm, maybe you're right. But I don't have much time. Be a dear will you and pop next door and ask him whilst I start to put on some make-up and tidy my hair."

It was only when Ian had stepped out of Suzanne's apartment door and he found himself on the open landing that he realised what he was doing. He was going to ask his own boss how he would like his wife to be dressed when he took her out on a dinner date with two black men, one of whom had already fucked her, whilst Ian stayed at home working. The thought and its connotations brought a twinge of excitement to Ian's groin, and he smiled to himself as he realised the truth of his own words. His post-orgasmic remorse was indeed short-lived. The humiliation of what he was about to do was already exciting him again. He stepped the few short paces to Graham's apartment door and rang the bell.

Graham answered in a towelling robe, vigorously drying his hair with another towel, and clearly having just stepped out of the shower.

"Come in Ian, come in. Get yourself a drink will you, just a small one, I know you have work to do. What can I do for you?"

Ian entered the apartment and did as he was bid, helping himself to a small gin and tonic from Graham's well-appointed wet bar.

"Can I get you one Graham?" he asked, as Graham continued to dry his hair.

"Not for me thanks Ian, I have to drive. I'll have a drink later with dinner. Now, what occasions this visit? I trust Suzanne is OK?"

"She's fine, just getting ready for tonight" replied Ian. "That's why I'm here. She asked me to pop around and ask if you had any preferences for how she should dress."

A lump came into Ian's throat as he posed the question, and Graham stopped drying his hair and considered for a moment.

"I got the distinct impression that she had done as I asked and got closer to Otis this afternoon. I assume that she has told you something about that?"

Ian nodded. "I haven't heard the whole story, but I think it's fair to say that her 'special talents' have been employed, yes!"

Ian's humiliation had ramped up as he confirmed to Graham that his wife and Otis had been intimate. Graham continued.

"OK, good. I'm sure she'll give me the details later. But now at least we know that our clients are susceptible to her charms. In that case, I think we can ramp things up a little, maybe put on a little show for them. What do you think Ian?"

This was surreal. Ian was discussing with Graham using his own wife to "put on a show" whatever that meant. Whilst Ian had recognised that this sort of activity had obviously been on the cards when contracts had been agreed, it had never really been so openly discussed or planned between Graham and Ian. Ian found it intensely exciting to be having this conversation, a little like how he had felt discussing Suzanne's antics with John. It was kind of humiliating and exciting at the same time.

"I'm sure that Suzanne will be her usual accommodating self" Ian answered. "And to be honest Graham, this is the kind of thing that we are both learning to enjoy very much."

"Excellent. In that case, I'd like to see our lovely Suzanne push the boat out a little. Nice little dress maybe, hopefully one that can be quite revealing when I ask it of her, but in a subtle way. I don't think Suzanne is ready yet for full slut mode. Heels? ...yes! nice sexy underwear... maybe none. I leave it to you two to decide. I'd like sexy chic I think for our American brethren, but sexy chic that I can convert into something much more when the time is right. Will that do Ian? Can you work with that?"

Ian nodded, and realised that Graham was expecting him to leave. He stood and headed for the door. As he was about to close it behind him he heard Graham reinforce his message.

"Don't let Suzanne be late Ian. Get her ready for me, sexy chic, but don't let her keep me waiting. I'll see her by the car in 20 minutes, no later."

Twenty minutes later, Ian peered out of his own bedroom window, which faced the rear of the apartment complex and gave him a view of the parking lot. He watched as Suzanne walked towards Graham waiting by his car. Suzanne looked ravishing in a sky-blue cocktail dress that hugged her curves. The skirt fell to just above the knees, but with a reasonable slit mid-back that went much higher. From the back, the top went all the way to the nape of her neck, which was the view presented to Ian as he watched her walk away from him, but he knew well that the front plunged between her breasts in a heavy drape that swayed as she walked. Ian had watched her dress and was well aware that her breasts were naked beneath the dress. Other than the heels she wore, that showed her long legs off to perfection, and the dress itself, all she had to protect her modesty was a thrilling and very expensive black thong.

Down in the parking lot, Graham stepped up to greet Suzanne, and Ian continued to watch as they swapped pecks on the cheek, before Graham had Suzanne do a pirouette before him. Before they got in the car to drive away, Ian was excited to see Graham say something to Suzanne, and she immediately bent over allowing Graham to see the extent of her exposure. From the rehearsal that they'd had in Suzanne's bedroom earlier, Ian knew that Graham would be able to see her perfect breasts through the neck of the dress as she stooped for him.

Graham nodded in appreciation, and then held the door as Suzanne elegantly climbed in the car. Graham walked around to the driver's door and climbed in, and the car pulled away. Ian now knew that it would be several hours before he saw his darling wife again. She was now in Graham's hands, to do with her as he wished. Ian's cock was hard again as he reluctantly turned from the window and headed for his laptop and the distraction of work.

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Otis and Cordell were already sitting in the booth when Graham and Suzanne arrived to join them at the restaurant that had been recommended by the two brothers. Suzanne edged into the booth and found herself sitting next to Cordell, whilst Graham and Otis sat the other side of the table. The brothers had done their best to stand and greet their visitors on their arrival, but the tight confines of the booth, coupled with their own bulk had severely restricted their efforts, and formalities were quickly disposed of.

The waitress was typically American-efficient, and they were soon studying menus and listening to the further recommendations of the brothers, for whom this was a regular eating hole. Orders completed, they settled back in their seats, and when the drinks arrived, toasted each other to the success of their joint enterprise. No sooner had they clinked their glasses and taken the first drink when Graham spoke and shocked the table.

"Suzanne has been telling me all about your afternoon Otis. I understand that things went well. Can I assume that your younger brother has also been apprised of events?"

Suzanne's cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment, and Otis quickly looked up at Graham to try to assess how much he might have been told. In his uncertainty, he couldn't decide quite how to respond, not knowing if Graham really understood what had transpired between him and the lovely white girl sitting opposite. He delayed replying a moment too long, and Graham put him out of his misery.

"Oh, don't worry. The nature of my relationship with Suzanne is such that we have no secrets. In fact, you should be aware that Suzanne is totally under my control, and that she does nothing unless ordered to by me."

Once again, the most obvious reaction to this comment was the simultaneous further reddening of Suzanne's cheeks, the lowering of her head in mortified shame and embarrassment, and the equally obvious raising of Otis' head as he looked carefully at Graham to see if he was joking or not. Cordell meanwhile looked slightly bemused by the exchange before looking sideways at Suzanne to see what her reaction had been.

"I mean it," continued Graham. "Suzanne is formally under contract to me, and it is a condition of our contract that she do anything and everything that I tell her to do, without limitation." Graham looked over at Cordell. "Cordell, I assume that you aren't totally in the dark as to what transpired between my Suzanne and your older brother this afternoon?" 

Cordell acknowledged that Otis had told him something of events at their store. Still the two brothers looked incredulous.

"I see you need convincing. Suzanne, tell our friends what you are."

Suzanne cringed in her seat, humiliated beyond words, her head still down and her cheeks flushed as Graham continued to expose her for what she was, as if she wasn't present. She raised her eyes appealingly across the table to Graham, but knew in her heart that she would find no escape from the position she was in. She wondered why she found this sort of humiliation so exciting. She was a mature intelligent woman who had voluntarily put herself in this position, that craved this kind of treatment. This afternoon she had acted confidently and assuredly in deliberately seducing Otis. Now, she had collapsed into a quivering, submissive and timid creature at the sound of a few words. Under Graham's implacable gaze, she spoke the words he wanted from her, but she still could not raise her head.

"I am Mr Leicester's property, to do as he demands. There is nothing that he could ask that I would not do."

She said the words timidly, quietly. But the effect on Otis and Cordell was immediate. They looked from her to him, and then at each other as if to confirm the words they had just heard. When Graham spoke again, their eyes turned back to him.

"Let me demonstrate," said Graham. "Suzanne!" She looked up at him expectantly, wondering what was to come. "I noticed when we arrived that there was a street beggar half a block down the road, an old man begging for work or food." Graham's voice was slow and deliberate, commanding. "I wish for you to go to him now, take him somewhere quiet and let him use your mouth -"

"Whoa, whoa!" interrupted Otis. "What are you doing? We believe you. There's no need for this man!"

Graham, so suddenly and unexpectedly interrupted, turned to face Otis and then drew in Cordell by looking across at him as well. "Gentlemen, please allow me to know what is best for my property. I appreciate that you now believe what she and I have already told you, and I understand your concern that a demonstration is unnecessary. However, now that I have planted this idea in her mind, I know that she will be disappointed if I don't insist that she go through with my command. Furthermore, it is necessary for discipline that she understands that my order, once given, cannot be revoked at the request of, if you will forgive me using the term, any third party."

Graham let his serious tone and message sink in with the still shocked brothers, whilst Suzanne reflected on what he had said. Once again, she was conflicted. She knew that she desperately wanted to please Graham. She had no real desire to allow this dirty stranger to "use her mouth". But she also knew that nothing excited her more than being at the whim of Graham's every command, that she enjoyed every degradation and humiliation that he could visit upon her. When Graham turned to her and, after no further challenge from the brothers, asked if she understood what was required of her, all she could do was say "Yes Sir!"

Without any further delay, Suzanne rose from the table, straightened the skirt of her dress, and turned and walked towards the door to the restaurant, leaving her purse sitting on the corner of the table. All three men at the table watched her walk away, admiring the classy good looks of her rear end as she strode purposefully towards the door, the tightness of the dress framing her lovely ass, and her heels clip-clopping on the hard floor of the restaurant.

Suzanne stepped out into the darkening evening and glanced left and right until she saw the street beggar off to her right. Without a pause, she headed that way. As she walked towards him, the sound of her shoes echoing in the nearly empty canyon of the street, she took in the scene. He was squatting half in a disused doorway, aged about 55 or 60 and unkempt, with a scribbled cardboard sign between his knees that said "Will work for food or lodging". He was clearly a homeless person, but some way short of being a complete hobo. His clothes still bore the shabby appearance of a poor office worker, although it had obviously been some time since they, or indeed he, had seen any kind of laundry or bathroom. As Suzanne approached him, his eyes watched her disinterestedly until she was nearly upon him, when she suddenly stooped down towards him, and her dress gaped open at the chest, revealing her perfect and unsupported breasts. That got his attention.

"My Master has invited you to use my mouth" she whispered softly to him, his attention entirely focussed on her pert nipples and the inviting soft roundness of her tits, the perfect smoothness of her golden skin.

At first he didn't understand, or her words didn't register, such was his distraction at the sight before him. Suzanne repeated herself. "My Master has ordered me to come to you and allow you to use my mouth. I am here to give you a blow-job. Do you understand?"

The old man's eyes opened, and he reluctantly drew them away from her chest to look at her face, smiling just above him. "Y-you w-want to give m-m-me a blow job?" he repeated, still failing to properly understand.

"I don't 'want' to give you a blow job, I have been 'ordered' to give you a blow job. My mouth is yours to use if you'd like that" Suzanne explained. "Is there somewhere quieter that we can go?"

By now the old man had got the message, and unbelievingly he scrambled to his feet, picking up his cardboard sign, and then looking at it in his hands, as if wondering what to do with it. Finally, he threw it deeper into the doorway, looked at Suzanne who had now stood to her full erect height, and nodded further to the right, where Suzanne noticed a small street that turned at right angles to the one they were on. "Lead the way" she said, and the man started to hobble off in that direction, Suzanne walking demurely behind.

Suzanne felt anything but demure. As the beggar led the way, she looked at him again. He was shorter than her by about 4 inches, and was nervously looking left and right as he walked quickly around the corner, as if he expected some sort of trick or trap. When he saw that Suzanne was following him, his tension eased a little. Thirty yards down the side lane was another right turn, even smaller, that bought them to the back of the restaurant she had just walked out of. Bins and dumpsters further restricted the room and the alley was sheltered and dark. He turned towards her, looked nervously beyond her, and then asked if this would be OK.

Suzanne walked up to him and took him by the lapels, and turned him until his back was against the wall, and then she reached her left hand down straight to his groin, and felt his rapidly growing penis. She could feel as he started to get hard under her palm. When he started to say something, she brought her right forefinger to his lips to hush him, and then used that hand to pull his own hand up to her breast, pulling his hand to her. He got the point and shut up and concentrated on mashing her breast against her chest.

As he got harder, Suzanne fumbled for the zipper of his cheap pants, drawing it down and then reaching in to feel his stiffening member. Finally, she pulled him out of his fly and circled his now hard cock with her hand.




The EMT Ch. 14



He wasn't long, but he was hard, and Suzanne started to drop to her knees in front of him, still wanking his hard cock with her left hand. As he reluctantly let her breast slip from his grasp, he leaned back, the back of his head and both palms flat against the wall, almost raising himself on tip-toe as her head neared his crotch.

As Suzanne's head dropped lower, and her knees parted as she squatted before him, she started to smell his stale and unwashed odour. She peeled back his foreskin and rubbed around the head with her thumb as she got nearer to taking him in her mouth. Finally, she pointed his knob at her lips, and took a tentative lick of his exposed cock head.

The initial taste was commensurate with his odour; stale and certainly not clean. Under normal circumstances, Suzanne would have found this highly off-putting, but she was here under orders from her Master, and that made things different. She realised that she was revelling in the decadence and humiliation of her situation; she was here to do a job, and it would be better to relish the performance than to perform hesitantly or unwillingly. She decided that it would be best to get over the initial bad taste as quickly as possible, so she bravely licked her lips and took his cock fully into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and effectively bathing his length in her saliva.

After a few seconds, his cock tasted like any other she had tasted, and she started to work her head back and forth, simultaneously using her left hand to stroke and squeeze that part of him that wasn't buried in her hungry mouth. At the same time, she found her other hand between her legs, stroking her own fleshy mound through the thin cover of her panties.

The old man's eyes were initially closed as he concentrated on the feelings he was so unexpectedly getting from this lovely woman that had come from nowhere. He risked glancing down and could see into her dress, enjoying again the lovely sight of her cleavage. Further down, he could see a large extent of her upper thighs where her pretty dress had slid up, and her own hand between her legs under her skirt. Her mouth was wrapped tightly around his cock, her beautiful lips being pulled and pushed as she bobbed her head in the best blow job he had ever experienced. He noticed that her eyes were closed tightly shut as she concentrated on her task.

It didn't take long for Suzanne to realise that he was approaching his orgasm, and she worked harder with mouth and both hands, feeling her own mounting excitement at her predicament. However, it was a race she was always going to lose. After a couple more minutes, he started to moan and grunt and she knew his release was close.

Finally, he thrust his hips forwards to meet her and she felt him swell and then pump his ejaculate into her mouth. Suzanne was perversely concerned for the state of her dress, and kept her lips tightly around his cock to prevent any of his cum from escaping and leaving a tell-tale stain on her clothing. As he pumped for all he was worth, she swallowed and tasted and swallowed again as his spurts continued to pump into her mouth.

Finally, all was quiet, and Suzanne had drunk all he had to offer. Again, before allowing him to slip from her lips, she circled his knob with her tongue, ensuring that none of his cream could drip on her dress. She even licked at, and attempted to push the tip of her tongue into the eye of his cock to make sure he was clean. As she allowed him to slip softened from her mouth, her lips followed him, and she took one last lick as he pulled away from her.

Without a word from her, and before he could say anything, Suzanne wiped her lips with a finger and turned and walked away, back down the alley in the direction they had arrived. His last view of her was when she turned the first corner and he heard her heels clopping away from him. By the time he returned to his doorway and the discarded cardboard sign, she was nowhere to be seen, and he seriously wondered if he had dreamed the whole affair until he realised that his zip was still undone, and his now soft cock felt like it had been used.

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Suzanne returned to the restaurant and went straight to the table where the guys watched her arrival with interest. She had felt that the eyes of the whole restaurant had been accusingly on her as she walked through the room, but in actual fact she had been gone less than 10 minutes, and many of the diners probably thought she had popped outside for a cigarette, if they thought about it at all. Obviously, eyes did follow her as she walked back to her table, but this was no more attention than any elegant and attractive woman would have received. Only the three men at her own table had any idea of the real reason for her absence. She slid back into the booth, and straightened her hair as if nothing had happened.

"Mission accomplished?" asked Graham, and she nodded the affirmative answer.

"Good, thank you. You may go to the bathroom and rinse your mouth if you feel the need" continued Graham, but despite the lingering salty taste of spunk in her mouth, Suzanne shook her head, and simply reached for her glass and took a swig of the white wine which she allowed to swirl around her mouth before swallowing. Then she reached for her purse and pulled out a lipstick and small compact, whose mirror she used to refresh her lips.

Both Otis and Cordell were looking at her with a new found interest, and at Graham with new found respect. In her absence, Graham had told the brothers a little more about his relationship with Suzanne, but he had said nothing about her marital status or about her relationship with Ian.  It was Otis that now broke the silence.

"Dang woman! You are a shameless hussy. And I thought I was getting something really special this afternoon. Now I know you are a wanton ho!"

Graham stopped him. "Not a whore Otis, or as you so inelegantly put it, a Ho. Suzanne is a long way from being a whore. She is a lady, in the truest sense, but she happens to be a lady who is an adventuress, ready to explore new horizons. Her current adventure is to be my submissive slave, and she has voluntarily entered into our current arrangement willingly and knowingly. I won't have my partner in this adventure ill-used or offended by being called a whore; unless of course that is something I want to do, or to have done to her."

Suzanne was secretly delighted with the defence that Graham had mounted on her behalf, and was glowing inwardly, when proceedings were halted by the arrival of the food that had previously been ordered. Suzanne found that she was actually very hungry, as were the others, and further discussion was suspended whilst they attacked their respective plates.

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A little while later, Ian pushed his chair back from the dressing table he was using as a desk and scratched his head. He'd spent the last 2 hours watching the digits flicker fleetingly on his laptop screen as one of his home-built scripts went to work on analysing the various log files he had copied from the server at the warehouse. The flickering digits that came and went so fast that they were impossible to read, were, Ian knew, the line of text that was produced as the script read the next item in the log file. Before his eye could recognise the characters, the script was examining the entry, storing key information in a buffer it was creating, comparing the entry to every other line it had examined and retained in memory, noting any interesting results in an output file, and then moving on to the next entry. Every now and again, the screen would pause momentarily as a particularly long line of text was read, or as many entries were made in the results file, and then the manic dance of the digits would continue.

Ian knew that he could speed up the performance of the script by removing the instructions he'd added to display the text on his screen whilst the script examined it. He'd calculated that the script would run up to 11% quicker if he did that, but he found watching the flickering digits somehow reassuring, and he accepted the 11% penalty as a price he was willing to pay. He'd also scripted a progress meter that slowly crawled along from 0% to 100% as the script worked its way through the current log file. This latest file was still only 35% complete and had been running for a little over 15 minutes. It was the 12th of 15 files he had to analyse, and the largest.

He checked his watch, then headed over to the kitchenette and poured another coffee, picking at the remains of the meal that had been sent up to his apartment on Graham's orders, and which had arrived an hour or so ago. Coffee in hand, he returned to the dressing table, his eyes drawn hypnotically to the flickering screen, even as he sipped at his drink. He mentally calculated another 90 minutes of running this script against the last three log files before he could start to look at the results themselves. For about the 5th time, he clicked "My Computer" and navigated to the external hard drive he had connected to his laptop, and where the script was storing the results file ready for further analysis. He confirmed that the next script was where he expected it to be, queued up and ready to run. Then he sat back and waited and allowed his mind to ask what his wife was doing right now.

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Dinner had been completed and the plates taken away. The food really had been very good, good enough that there had been little conversation and no further humiliation for Suzanne to endure. What conversation had taken place had been all business, but now the meal was over, things turned back to Suzanne being the centre of attention again.

Surprisingly, it was Cordell that made the initiative. He turned in the booth so as to be looking more towards Suzanne.

"Tell me Suzanne, what makes a nice attractive woman like you want to put yourself in the hands of Mr Leicester here?"

Cordell looked towards Graham as if for permission to ask the question, and Graham nodded to Suzanne to signify that she should answer.

"To be honest Cordell, I'm still trying to figure that out. I was exploring my newly discovered submissive side when I met Mr Leicester and he made me an offer I couldn't refuse I guess."

As she spoke, Suzanne looked across at Graham and received a nod of approval, so she continued.

"I had never previously had any inclination that I could get so much pleasure from being so submissive, and then something happened to awaken me to the possibility, and here I am."

Suzanne realised that she had never before spoken so honestly, at least up to a point – she was still keeping secret the events that had led her to this position, and obviously, she was hiding the fact of her marriage and her willing partner-husband in her "adventure". However, she recognised that she was enjoying this turn in the conversation, and certainly Otis and Cordell looked like they were interested, they were each paying her rapt attention.

"So what exactly do you like?" probed Cordell, "And is there anything that you have reservations about?"

Suzanne thought for a moment before replying, but realised that she wanted to speak honestly in front of these three men.

"I enjoy being free to do as I'm instructed... commanded even by Mr Leicester. I enjoy not having to consider whether or not something is proper or decent. I enjoy having the decisions taken for me, and being completely and unreservedly under his control. I enjoy demonstrating my submission to him by obeying promptly. And I have to admit -" here she blushed, "I enjoy the sex, the exposure and the humiliation that my new position brings." Suzanne looked shyly over at Otis as she said this last.

Graham had listened and recognised the truth of Suzanne's words and had been pleased by them. Now he thought the time had come to give Suzanne a little more of what she fancied.

"It occurs to me Suzanne that so far, Cordell has been very restricted in his ability to appreciate your charms. He must be feeling a little left out of things. Why don't you start to put that right?"

Suzanne looked across at Graham, and then to her right to where Cordell was sitting watching her intently. She smiled at him prettily, and then turned in the booth to face him more squarely, at the same time turning her back on the other diners in the restaurant. She raised her right hand and played with the draped neck of her dress, before pulling the plunging neckline to the side, exposing her perfect right breast. Cordell's eyes opened in appreciation as Suzanne spoke quietly, so that she could be heard by those at her table only.

"This is the kind of exposure that I enjoy, one of the many pleasures that Mr Leicester allows me. I feel confident with my body, and I love to shock others by letting them see more and more of it. I like the excitement that I bring to them, and to me."

As Cordell and the others watched mesmerised, Suzanne let her hand slip sensuously over the curves of her breast until her palm lay beneath the nipple, and then her finger and thumb extended to tweak the nipple, pulling the nub out and stretching it.

"I have also discovered that I like some pain" she added, "and sometimes quite a lot of pain."

She continued to stretch and squeeze her nipple until her mouth pursed in reaction to the pain she was inflicting on herself. "Why don't you try?" she invited Cordell, and he slowly reached out his giant black hand to first caress, and then to grip her nipple between his own, much stronger finger and thumb.

Suzanne moaned and smiled as he tentatively tweaked her sensitive bud.

"Harder!" she demanded. "Don't be afraid. I want you to hurt me."

Cordell gradually increased the pressure and Suzanne at first smiled encouragingly, and then closed her eyes to concentrate on the burning pain he was now causing.

"Please, harder." She had her eyes tight shut but was still asking for more. Cordell obliged. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and a tear somehow forced its way out between her eyelids and rolled down her cheek. When Cordell saw the tear, he relaxed his vicelike grip and Suzanne's eyes slowly opened.

"Thank you, but I could have taken more."  Her hand went out to caress Cordell's cheek, her eyes brim-full with tears from the pain. She smiled at him in thanks, and then let her hand fall to his lap and rest on his massive thigh. She turned back to look at Graham.

"Thank you Sir." Then she turned to Otis and Cordell again. "Just in case you are in any doubt, I am very wet and very excited."

"Gentlemen!" Graham drew their attention away from his excited slave, "I suggest that we proceed to somewhere more private where I am sure that Suzanne will be happy to entertain us some more."

There being no dissent, they gathered up their things and headed out to the street.

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It was shortly before midnight, the witching hour, when Ian made his first breakthrough. A "belt and braces" script he'd designed, to run and check for some of the more "off-the-wall" possibilities that may have been missed by other testing scripts, flagged up a major block of text in two log files that was identical. Ian recognised this as highly unusual. The system had sophisticated mechanisms in place to filter out false-positive alerts, and the use of these meant that identical blocks of log-file information were practically unheard of. A bird flying across the field of view of a motion detector for instance would initially alert the system, but then be ignored because its silhouette or profile was matched against a database and recognised as a bird in flight, rather than a threat that needed to trigger an alarm. Each of these actions would be recorded as separate events in the current log file; movement detected in zone 3, speed of object calculated as ..., size of object estimated as ..., vector of movement tracked and recorded, profile matched with database, database match recorded, impending intrusion alarm cancelled. Each of these steps (the whole process taking less time than the flight of the bird across the field of view) would generate another line in the log files along with other associated information. With such random events happening and being recorded constantly, it was virtually impossible for any one block of log file text to be identical to another.

It was so rare an occurrence that most investigators would ignore the possibility and not even look for it. But not Ian, hence his "belt and braces" script, so called because it re-checked the work of other scripts, in the same way that wearing both belt and braces provided redundancy in keeping aloft a pair of trousers. Ian saw the alert and smiled. Now he had something to work on after several hours of passively watching the screen, in between pointing his scripts at successive log files. Now he was doing what he did best, and his thoughts about Suzanne were relegated to an occasional intrusion rather than the constant companion that had kept him company since Graham had taken her away.

Ian settled down for some real work.

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Cordell suggested they go to his apartment, which was closer than Otis'. Graham pointed out that their accommodation was even closer, and that made up everyone's mind. They drove in convoy to the resort and parked before ascending the elevator to the lobby which led to the three rooms used by Ian, Suzanne and Graham. By unspoken agreement, they entered Suzanne's apartment, Graham slipping first into his own to pick up a couple of bottles of wine from his stocked bar.

Soon, the four of them were in Suzanne's comfortable lounge and Graham suggested that Suzanne change into something more comfortable whilst he opened and served the wine. Otis and Cordell then took seats on the plush furniture and Suzanne stepped into her bedroom wondering how this was going to pan out. Graham did as he had suggested, but switched on the hi-fi and found an easy-listening music station, adjusting the volume to a comfortable level, before handing a glass to Otis and Cordell.

Next door, Ian had heard them return and heard muffled voices as they entered Suzanne's apartment and made themselves at home. He looked wistfully at the connecting door between his own apartment and Suzanne's, but knew it was locked against him. He wondered what was happening next door when he heard the music start, and couldn't resist putting an ear to the door, but was unable to make out any of the conversation, and he reluctantly returned to work, now with a rapidly hardening cock. He now knew that his wife was entertaining at least one visitor only a few yards away from him.

Suzanne slipped off her dress and pulled open drawers trying desperately to remember what lingerie she had packed that might be suitable. Graham had given her no clue as to what to wear, probably because he was unsure what choice she had, so she just had to use her initiative. She pulled out a short baby-doll nightie that Ian had given her for Christmas last year. It was black and see-through, and would work well with the thong she still had on, although on further consideration she slipped the thong off as well, and washed herself quickly, before pulling on a clean replacement. She really had been quite excited earlier in the evening and she wanted to feel fresh. As an after-thought, she also pulled on a pair of thigh-high self-support stockings, also black, before replacing her heels. As she sprayed on some fresh perfume, straightened her hair and re-applied her lipstick, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was as ready as she would ever be. She blew a kiss through the bedroom wall towards where she knew Ian would be anxiously thinking of her, and stepped back into the lounge.




The EMT Ch. 14



Conversation stopped when she walked into the room, and all eyes turned to her. She looked across at Graham for approval of her choice, and he met her with a warm smile in his eyes and a glass of wine in his hand. He led her to stand in the centre of the room and turned her to face the brothers.

"Gentlemen, I give you Suzanne for a few hours. I ask for you not to damage her lovely skin, and I'm afraid that her ass is also out of bounds, but you are welcome to the rest of her. If you'll forgive me, I have some demanding clients to meet in the morning as does Suzanne, and I will excuse myself. I look forward to seeing you both at 09:30 in your office, by when hopefully; Ian will have had some success in his endeavours."

Suzanne felt an immediate pang of regret when she heard that Graham was excusing himself. Her excitement was always ramped up when he was present. However, his next words compensated for her disappointment.

"Suzanne, I have been proud of you so far today, and I know you won't let me down now. Please do whatever you can to entertain our guests to the best of your considerable ability. For the next couple of hours Otis and Cordell speak with my own authority by proxy, and you are to obey them as you would me."

Graham kissed Suzanne lightly on the forehead and headed out of the apartment. Suzanne watched him depart and then looked at the two brothers and took a sip of her wine.

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This time it was Otis that broke the ice. He took out his cell phone and took a picture of Suzanne as she stood in the centre of the room, dressed in the transparent baby-doll nightie that her husband had given her. As he held up the camera phone and Suzanne realised what he was about to do, she couldn't help striking a pose and switching on the 'picture-me' smile that she had rehearsed and practiced since a little girl. It was only after the camera clicked she remembered what she was wearing and how exposed she was, and she flushed with sexual excitement as she imagined Otis showing her naughty nightie picture to his friends in weeks to come. Otis checked that he was happy with the result and then spoke.

"I think we can lose the panties Suzanne, and my brother still has some catching up to do, don't you think?"

Without any protest, Suzanne placed her wine glass on the bar and turned back to face the brothers. Then she reached her hands down and under the short hem of her baby-doll and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the guys in front of her; she bent at the waist and pulled the thong down, past her knees, and down to her ankles. She then lifted one foot in turn and slid off the panties over her heels, finally discarding the panties on the floor. When she stood upright again, she paused for a moment to let them look at her before stepping over to where Cordell sat. She stood immediately in front of him, paused before the captivated younger brother, before dropping to her knees and sliding her hands over the tops of his huge thighs towards his groin.

Her hands expertly found his hardness and caressed it through the thick material of his jeans. He was reassuringly bulky, and she found the feel of him exciting and tactile, and they shared the pleasure as she revelled in the feel of him, gazing into his eyes as she did so.

She felt exquisitely wicked, squatting before one brother as the other looked on. She was aware that in the position she had adopted, her knees spread as she squatted on her haunches, her bum now below the hem of her nightie, that her ass was exposed. She became aware that Otis was taking more pictures of her, and she started to put on a show, shaking her hair back away from her face and turning occasionally to the camera. After a few seconds, she started to release the buttons on Cordell's jeans until she could reach her tiny hand into his pants and feel the flesh of his hardness in her hand.

His hard black cock emerged from his fly reluctantly, and it was only the determined manipulation of Suzanne that managed to expose it. Once exposed, it seemed to swell and stretch to new lengths, and her hand wrapped around it and stroked, as if to rub out the creases in the loose skin that encased the hard core. Looking once more at Otis, she straightened her legs whilst keeping her head close to Cordell's lap, so that her exposed ass was elevated and her upper body bent nearly double at the waist. Then she leaned over further and took the head of Cordell's cock in her mouth.

Cordell groaned as he felt his cock head slide into the warm, wet and welcoming mouth of the beautiful woman before him. Otis stood and walked behind her, camera at the ready, and Suzanne responded by opening her legs slightly, aware of the view that she would be presenting. It excited her further to know that Otis would be able to see, and to photograph the little puckered ring of her anus, that part of her that was off-limits to the two large men that she had been gifted to by her Master.

She started to work on Cordell's throbbing cock in earnest; taking him as deep as she was able without choking, covering his length with her wet saliva, and letting her tongue and lips stimulate his length, particularly that area behind and beneath the knob head that she knew Ian found so sensitive. After a few minutes, Cordell pulled her from his dick and stood briefly to strip urgently out of his pants and shorts before sitting back down and pulling Suzanne back to his groin to continue where she had briefly left off. She squatted again between his spread knees and kissed and licked his length before once more taking his head into her mouth.

Otis undressed behind her and Cordell followed his cue and stripped off his last remaining item of clothing, his shirt, as Suzanne continued to work on him. Otis came to sit beside his brother on the couch and watched Suzanne intently as she sucked away. He reached out a hand towards her breast and Suzanne turned slightly to allow him better access. He quickly slipped the strap of her baby-doll down her arm, freeing one perfect tit, which he fondled before taking the nipple between finger and thumb and squeezing. 

Suzanne winced initially; this was the same nipple that had been abused by Cordell in the restaurant. She was so turned on, however, by the situation she found herself in, that she quickly demanded more of the same stimulation, and allowed Otis free reign, relishing in the new sharp accent of pain being added to her other sensations.

She let Cordell slip from her mouth and tongued the underside of his erection as she worked herself down to his balls. His scrotum was drawn up tight against the base of his shaft, and his two heavy plums seemed to be presented to her for her attention. She licked around them and around the base of his sack before taking one of the globes entirely into her mouth whilst her hand continued to stroke and caress his shaft. Now Cordell started to talk.

"Oh yes baby. Lick those big balls. Warm them up for me. Stroke that cock. That's it, niiice and easy. Oh yeah."

Suzanne used her other hand to grab behind Cordell's knee and try to lift his heavy leg. He raised both knees, knocking Otis' hand away from the grasp it had on her nipple, and settled his feet on the edge of the couch, his feet spread, and his impressive cock and balls now more easily accessible to Suzanne's hungry mouth. Disturbed from his game, Otis now took a renewed interest in what the others were doing and saw Suzanne licking energetically around Cordell's balls.

An idea occurred to Otis, and he reached over and placed his hand on top of her head, pushing her further down.

"That's right baby, let's see you lick some black ass."

Suzanne was exquisitely shocked by the command, and allowed Otis to push her head even further down, letting her tongue work its way down to the bottom of Cordell's scrotum, directly between his legs and immediately above his ass crease. Even with his feet spread as they were, the massiveness of Cordell's athletic buttocks meant that his crease was tightly closed, his puckered anus hidden and unavailable to her. She licked at the crevice, but the penetration of her tongue was ineffectual.

Cordell recognised what his brother was asking her to do, and shuffled his ass to the edge of the couch to make himself more accessible. Suzanne let go of his cock and moved her hands beneath him in an effort to spread his cheeks to allow access. Still she could not reach; the strength and size of his glutei maxima, honed by years of football training, was beyond her ability to separate them.

"Turn over!" she moaned, and he complied, rolling over on to his knees, his elbows on the back of the couch, his ass presented to her pretty face. Now she reached up with a hand on each cheek and as he thrust out his rear end, she prized them apart and was rewarded with a view of his crinkled hole. Tentatively, she leaned forwards and licked at it. The taste was musty, but not at all unpleasant, and she licked again. She loved that each touch of her tongue made him shiver with pleasure, and she started to lap at him, his puckered ring and also at the tight depths of his crease above and below it. His response was to push back further towards her, obviously relishing this rare sensation.

"Oh you like that, don't you?" said Otis as he watched transfixed. "You like licking that black ass!"

And she did! She loved the humiliation of it and sensing the pleasure it brought to him. The feedback was immediate with every touch. As she stiffened her tongue and dabbed at his little ring, he moaned. She stiffened further and jabbed again, feeling the ring start to expand to receive her. Without withdrawing from the contact, she curled the tip of her tongue upwards, as if to stretch him, and felt him respond. With more pressure, she entered him further, her facial cheeks now pressed against his ass cheeks, her pretty little snub nose pressed hard against his deep crease.

She began to move her head, fucking his ass with her tongue, and then felt Otis' hand behind her head encouraging her to do even more. She relaxed one hand experimentally from his buttock, and whilst it made it harder for her to penetrate further, she could still reach him comfortable with her probing tongue, so far was he pushing back his rear end.

Her hand strayed between his legs, cupping the heavy balls that hung there, and then sliding, her fingers extended, along the length of the underside of his shaft. She curled her fingers around the stiff cock and pulled it gently down and backwards so that it was pointing down between his spread legs. All the time she continued to tongue his ass. Now she started to wank him with long strokes, her hand stretched around his cock so that her fingertips nearly touched her encircling thumb. 

As she continued to pull at his cock, and slide her stiff tongue into and out of his ass, his moans increased and she could feel his orgasm approaching. She could hardly breathe, and almost felt that she wanted to climb inside him. She wondered whether she would need to back away to gulp air before he reached his climax. All the time, she felt Otis encouraging her, his hand on back of her head, flat at first pushing her deeper, and then grabbing her hair in his strong grasp, pushing and pulling her head as she set up a rhythm.

Finally, Cordell cried out and she felt his shaft pulse in her hand as the first wave of his cum shot down its length. It was thrilling to feel the strength of his spurt, wave after wave pulsing down the shaft and past her grasping hand as she milked him, his seed splashing on to the leather covering of the couch between his legs, and she felt the splashes as she continued to rim him through his orgasm. Finally, he was spent and she needed air, and she pulled her head away from his ass to gulp it in, her panting breath coming quickly at first, and then slowing, even as Cordell's body relaxed after his own breath-taking climax.

As Cordell pulled forwards, and lifted one leg over her head to turn and sit back in the depth of the couch, Otis pushed her head down towards the mess still warm and pooling on the surface of the seat cushion. Without a word, Suzanne knew what was required of her, and her overused tongue stretched out again to lap at the pool she had created. Otis smiled as he took another picture; this time of the pretty young lady lapping at the spunk that had been deposited for her by his brother.

To be continued...



The EMT Ch. 15



The connecting door between Ian's rooms and Suzanne's remained resolutely closed, even after Ian heard her guests leaving and after he had run to the window to watch the two brothers climb into their car and drive away from the resort complex. It was a little after 2:30 in the morning. He had heard Graham leave a couple of hours earlier, and was fully aware that Suzanne was now alone and able to see him. He was a little hurt by the fact that the door did not open immediately, and wondered why he was being excluded. He stood by the door, waiting for it to open, becoming increasingly forlorn when it didn't.

Suzanne was aware that he would be waiting to see her, but was frankly too exhausted to accommodate her husband immediately. At first, she thought she would just take the time to clean up first. Otis and Cordell had each used her repeatedly, and her body was both sore and dirty. She had lost the negligee some time earlier, and had been naked, except for the stockings as she had shown the two brothers out of her apartment, kissing each at the doorway, each of them taking one last chance to run their hands over her body, tweaking an already sore nipple, or in Otis' case, playfully turning her around in the doorway and slapping her ass before they left.

Suzanne was aware that she reeked of sweat and sex. Their sexual play had been full-on and uninhibited, and each of the brothers had taken full advantage of the gift that had so unexpectedly been given to them by Graham Leicester. They had taken turns with her mouth and pussy; any attempt to use her ass being firmly but politely rejected by Suzanne, who at least respected Graham's orders. To be honest, any such attempt by the brothers had been half-hearted at best, aware as they were of the restriction that had been imposed on them by Graham, and afraid to look a gift horse in the mouth, but testing the water just the same.

After they left and Suzanne had closed and locked the front door, she quickly ran a bath and stepped into it, letting the warm water embrace her, wincing where it touched a sensitive spot, but allowing it to flood over her; washing away the sweat and grime of her exertions, and the sticky residues of the brothers' indulgent satisfactions. As she lay back in the bath and closed her eyes, she thought of her husband a few feet away, and felt guilty about keeping him waiting, knowing that he would be keen to see her and hear about her evening. As the fragrant oils she had added to the bath soothed and calmed her, her mind turned to the events of the evening, and concerns about her husband slipped ever further into the recesses of her mind.

She ran her hands down her own body, testing her sensitivity, reminding herself of one particular event during the evening or another, and remembering her own satisfaction as her body had enjoyed the attentions of the two men. She had climaxed repeatedly as they used her, and her mind had been in a whirl for the couple of hours they had been alone with her. It seemed like there had always been an erect cock that needed her attention or sometimes one less hard that demanded her ministrations. The men had taken Graham at his word and demanded things of her that she blushed to think of. At one point, she remembered with acute embarrassment, they had demanded her to abuse herself to orgasm, and they had both eagerly watched as she frigged herself at their whim and for their own voyeuristic gratification. As she recalled that event, she sank her head under the water of the bath as if to hide from the memory.

Eventually, her fingers found her sex under the water of her bath, and she very tentatively explored herself, slipping the middle finger of her right hand across her clitoris, between her swollen lips, and into the inner folds. She was still tingling and moist from her excitement, and whilst supremely sensitive, surprised herself by being able to appreciate and respond to her own light and delicate touch. She closed her eyes and let the exquisite feelings of decadence wash over her.

As she started to play with herself in earnest, her thoughts once again returned to her poor, patient and waiting husband, who she knew would be wondering what was happening to her; who she knew would feel left out, and who she imagined being hurt by being so ignored. She felt she should stop doing what she was doing and open the connecting door to let him in; to share her experiences with him, and to give him the release that she knew he would need.

But her own gentle and sympathetic touch, the increasingly enthusiastic response from her body, and a feeling of total selfishness made her resist the temptation to share the next part of her evening with him. She thought of him standing waiting by the door as her excitement grew, and she found that the thought of denying him added to her excitement.

She barely recognised the feeling at first, but it was undeniable. Pleasing herself was more important to her just now than including poor Ian, who had worked alone and so hard all evening. As she thought of him feeling lonely and hurt on the other side of the door, her excitement surged again. With a gasp of surprise, she realised that she wanted him to feel lonely and hurt. Her eyes opened with the realisation that the thought, the idea, the reality of ignoring his needs was exciting her. This was an alien feeling.

As her fingers expertly continued their dance on her sex she explored this new feeling in her mind. She had certainly denied Ian on occasion in the past, but it had never felt like this. Here she was, deliberately ignoring his needs, whilst satisfying her own; and it was fuelling her decadence. She was getting increased pleasure because she was denying him. More than that! She could hardly bring herself to believe it, but she found that she wanted to cause him some hurt. She wanted him to be feeling lonely and unloved. She wanted him to be frustrated and sad because she was denying him.

Not unloved! Part of her brain rebelled against the thought. She did love him. But she suddenly felt a huge power in denying and potentially hurting him. She suddenly felt enabled to deny him; to act selfishly; to pander to her own thoughts and deeds and ignore his. The more she imagined him waiting by the door, the more she imagined him hurt and confused by her negligence, the higher her passion grew.

Her last thought as she came was of Ian sitting by the still locked connecting door, head down, hurt, confused and lonely. Then her climax washed over her, the last of the night, and her back arched and her legs stretched out and she almost thrashed in the bath water, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes in grateful release.

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All was quiet through the connecting door and Ian, eventually, reluctantly, turned away from it, knowing in his heart that if it hadn't opened by now, it wasn't going to, at least until morning. He couldn't understand why his normally loving and accommodating wife had seemed to desert him. He had spent the evening working and thinking of her; anticipating the pleasure he would derive from hearing about her adventures; imagining what was happening between her and the three men she had gone out to have dinner with. Now, he was lonely and confused, although strangely, unaccountably he remained excited. He was also aware that he had already forgiven Suzanne her abandonment of him. He knew in his heart that he loved her. He knew that he was capable of forgiving her anything.

He walked through from the small hall to his bedroom, his mind a complex mixture of emotions and thoughts. Mechanically, he undressed, musing on what had transpired. As he stripped himself of his boxers, he became remotely aware of his erection; his cock stood still proud from the anticipation that had been building all evening; an anticipation of eroticism and vicarious pleasure as Suzanne would recount her adventures. Now that anticipated pleasure was, at the very least, deferred for reasons he knew not, although he suspected that his wife was exhausted and in need of time to herself to recover. The thought that her denying him had added in some way to her own excitement never even crossed his mind.

As he slipped, naked, between the crisp cotton sheets and laid his head on the welcoming pillow, he stroked himself and briefly considered yielding to the temptation of self-satisfaction, but curiously withheld from the act. As he closed his eyes and deliberately rolled on to his side and curled into a foetal position, his cock strained against his belly, there was a feeling of sacrifice, a vague submission, a self-imposed and almost sanctimonious self-denial. In the back of his mind, he was unconsciously doing the exact opposite of what his wife had done a little while ago. Where she had deliberately denied him and satisfied herself, he was deliberately denying himself for her.

In the next-door apartment, Suzanne was also climbing into bed and enjoying the crisp white sheets, having dried and pampered her skin with moisturising creams and lotions, and feeling clean and fresh from her bath. Parts of her were still tender and sore, but she knew that her body's power of recovery would ensure that the healing process continued as she slept. Had she known of Ian's self-denial in the adjacent room, it might have sparked her interest in another bout of indulgent self-abuse, but she was not aware.

Ian and Suzanne fell asleep at about the same time. He to a restless and interrupted few hours of frustration and tortured dreams, her to the perfect oblivion that belongs to the wickedly indulgent, but totally satisfied and spent debauchee.

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In the morning, Ian found the connecting door still locked against him, although he could hear the tell-tale sounds of Suzanne being awake and on the move. He considered knocking, but decided against it. Time was pressing; he had arisen late following his fitful night. He quickly showered and dressed and had started to collect his things together when he heard a knock on his own front door, and the sounds of Suzanne and Graham meeting outside and heading towards the elevator. Graham shouted back through the door for Ian to hurry up and meet them at The Good Egg. Running to his bedroom window, Ian was in time to see them climb into Graham's car and head away. He quickly followed them to The Good Egg, where he joined them.

As Ian slipped into the booth across from Suzanne and Graham, he looked questioningly at Suzanne, wondering if his exclusion had been due to any failing on his part. Suzanne's radiant smile back reassured him, but the question still remained. He couldn't resist asking her.

"Good morning Suzanne, Graham," he started, and then turning to Suzanne, "I was hoping to see you last night!"

Suzanne smiled even more disarmingly. "Oh I'm sorry Ian, it was sooo late, and I was sooo very tired that I just fell into bed and straight to sleep. I'll tell you all about it later, I promise."

She reached across the table and caressed Ian's cheek and blew a kiss at him. Ian could only smile back, and then Graham got straight down to business.

"So Ian, how did your evening go? Have we made any progress?"

Ian took a gulp of the fresh coffee that had appeared in front of him as if by magic, and started to explain.

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Forty minutes later they were all gathered in the same small meeting room where they had first met the previous day. As they shook hands all around in traditional morning greeting (Cordell could not avoid giving Suzanne a quick peck on the cheek – he was naturally unaccustomed to having business meetings with attractive women with whom he had enjoyed such an intimate relationship), the thought crossed both Ian and Suzanne's mind that it seemed an awful lot longer than 24 hours ago when they had met for the first time. 

Coffees were served, and Graham, who naturally took charge of the meeting without challenge from Otis, the natural other candidate to do so, briefly summarised the situation and then handed over to Ian.

Ian cleared his throat and swigged from his coffee cup before launching in to his explanation of his tests carried out the previous evening, and the results he had derived from them. Everyone listened attentively, even Graham and Suzanne who had heard a little of this over breakfast.

"So," continued Ian, "having found these identical blocks of log files covering the period of the break-in and the identical period three days previously, I was naturally suspicious. I logged in remotely to the server using the credentials Cordell had given me yesterday, and did some further research and analysis from my hotel suite. I found evidence of deleted folders and files, which I couldn't recover, but I was able to determine some information from a recovered back-up NTFS file that confirmed my suspicion that at least some of the files were executables."

At this point, Otis looked confused, and Ian spotted his concern and paused to address it.

"Sorry Otis, NTFS is like an index to the files stored on the disks. It tells the OS, the operating system, which cluster or part of the disk to go to to find the file it is looking for. It used to be called a file allocation table or FAT, but with later versions of Windows, particularly on Servers, NTFS is used more commonly. I'm trying to keep this as simple as I can so I'll try to avoid the more technical jargon. Essentially, for some reason or another, this index was backed up at some point, and by examining it I was able to see that some folders and files no longer exist, and I can see to an extent what type of files they were. Some of them were executable, that is they were effectively programs that could be set running in the background. Unless they did something that we noticed, they may never have made themselves known to us."

Otis nodded his head in understanding and signalled Ian to continue.

"So anyway, I have a number of anomalies, and whilst I can't say definitely exactly what happened, I can make a very good guess at what might have happened."

The other four people in the room looked at him expectantly; Graham nodded for him to proceed.

"It looks like someone with admin and root access rights installed an executable file that ran in the background, certainly for several days and possibly for up to a couple of weeks."

Ian looked nervously around the room – two of the very few people who might have had those rights were sitting in the room. When he got no obvious reaction, he continued.

"It looks like the rogue file was programmed in advance to copy a particular block of log files a few days ago, and to store that block somewhere, possibly in memory but more likely in a text file somewhere in one of the deleted folders. At a pre-determined time, shortly before the break-in, the background running program then disabled the alarms on the system. This action would of course be recorded in the real log files."

Again, Ian looked at the brothers and saw a questioning glance pass between them.

"Disabling the alarms would, of course allow the perpetrators of the robbery to break-in without setting off the alarms, if they knew exactly when they would be disabled. After they made their escape, the still running executable would be able to reset the alarms, which is why we could find no problem with the system yesterday."

At this point, Cordell interrupted. "But we checked the log files. As you know, there was no record of the alarms being disabled on the night of the robbery!"

"That's the crucial point," answered Ian, "the executable was still running. At some time later, it grabbed the saved block of log-file records and somehow used them to overwrite the real log-file entries from the night of the robbery, obliterating the records of the alarms being disabled and re-enabled. It's as if someone snipped out with a pair of scissors an article from the front page of a newspaper, and then slipped in an alternative article of exactly the same size and shape. At first glance, there was nothing wrong with the system on the night of the robbery – we were reading the "newspaper article" that had been substituted for the original. It is only because my "belt and braces" script identified duplication in random log-file scripts that I even suspected it. Very simple, and yet very sophisticated. And there are some unanswered questions still to be solved."

Otis now sat forwards, a very concerned look on his face.

"Can you prove any of this Ian? What are the unanswered questions?"

Ian paused before answering.

"I can't prove a thing I'm afraid, except that there is a duplicated block of log-file entries, and that some folders and files have been deleted, As for the unanswered questions, the executable certainly isn't running now, and doesn't exist any longer on the disk. What happened to it? What or who deleted it? There ought to be some trail. A file can't easily delete itself without trace whilst it is running. I can't find any trace of another file that might have done the clean-up operation, nor any log entries that show the files being deleted. It's a bit like a Russian doll, with one doll inside another. If there was another file that did the clean-up, where is it? If a third executable was called to clean-up the clean-up file, where is that? And so on."

Otis called for a short break, and the two brothers left the room, leaving Graham, Ian and Suzanne behind. Graham broke the silence.

"Ian, I have a couple of immediate questions. How confident are you about this conjecture of yours about what might have happened, and how can we protect our system's reputation and prevent it happening again somewhere else?"

Ian was quick with an answer; he had obviously already asked himself both of these questions.

"I am 90% confident that my speculated series of events is close to the truth, although I am concerned about the unanswered questions. The obvious weakness that this event has highlighted in our system is the use of un-encrypted log-files. If we used encrypted log-files, copying and substituting blocks would be impossible without leaving a trace. I have already e-mailed the boys back in Edinburgh to create a security patch and rush it out to our clients. If this could happen once, it could happen again."

Graham nodded in understanding. "Well done Ian, you've done a great job so far."

The complement from his superior went some way to compensating for the lost sleep and deprivation of the preceding evening, and Ian didn't fail to notice the blush of pride that passed over Suzanne's cheeks. Before anything else could be said, the brothers re-entered the room and took their places around the table. Otis started the discussion.

"Ian, what you have said sounds plausible. Cordell and I have just been talking outside. The question for us is if this is approximately what happened, we need to determine who might have done it, and how we might 'get our own back' if you get my drift. I assume that you will put in place whatever measures are needed to prevent a recurrence, but we want our property back! It's a question of reputation."

Graham stepped in to explain that Ian had already put in place measures to prevent any repetition. After apologising for the apparent weakness in the system that had contributed to the robbery, Graham concluded with a question of his own.

"As I understand it, this could only have been achieved by someone with, what did you say Ian, admin and root access rights to the server? Do you have a list of candidates?"

Otis looked at Cordell, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

"The list is small, less than a handful. There is one candidate that stands out, but it is hard to see how we could gather any proof. Three weeks ago we dismissed our IT manager for sexual harassment. He had the access, and the motive. Maybe our exit procedures weren't tight enough. Maybe he had continued access or a back-door route into the system after we let him go."




The EMT Ch. 15



A light seemed to dawn on Ian's face as Otis made this revelation.

"That would do it," he said, "He wouldn't need much time to install his executable files and set things up so that the alarms would be disabled when he wanted them to be. If he kept his access after the robbery, he could even have got back into the system to do the clean-up himself, which would explain why I've been unable to explain the Russian Dolls mystery."

Ian looked across at the younger and more technical of the two brothers.

"Cordell, we need to make sure that no back-doors exist on the server or your network. We can do that best by sitting on the server direct, and the sooner we can get that done the better. I think we should do that now before any more damage is done. Can we go?"

Cordell was already pulling himself to his feet. On his way out of the room he was addressing Otis, and he looked really angry.

"Bro. you stay here and think of a way to pin this on that fucker and get our property back. You know where to find me if you need me. He ain't getting away with this shit!"

With that, Ian and Cordell were gone, leaving in their wake a very surprised looking Graham, Suzanne and Otis. Events had moved so rapidly, they were all a little taken aback.

Whilst Ian drove Cordell towards the warehouse where the server and network infrastructure were located, Cordell filled him in on a few more details about the sacked IT Manager, whose name was Michael (Mike) Roseberry.

At the same time, Otis was providing the same information to Graham and Suzanne in the small meeting room back at the jewellery company's offices.

"So we don't really know a lot about him," continued Otis. "We know he lives alone near downtown Phoenix, no recorded next-of-kin. He came to us about 15 months ago when we advertised for someone to set up our network. His references looked OK, and he seemed to know what he was about, but I have to say, I never really liked the look of him. When we found out that he had been bothering one of the sales girls in one of the stores downtown, really it was worse than that, he'd been stalking her, we decided to put an end to it and we terminated him for gross misconduct. He didn't like it, but Cordell and I are a hard team to resist when we put our minds to something..."

Otis' brief account trailed off, and the three of them considered what had probably transpired, which all made logical sense, even if it couldn't be proved. That was the dilemma they faced – how to prove the accusation and recover Otis' property. They were still considering that when the conference phone warbled in the middle of the meeting room table. Otis hit the button that answered on speakerphone. A distant Cordell spoke over the background noise of heavy traffic.

"Listen Otis, not sure if this helps, but Ian says if we can get a look at Roseberry's laptop, there are almost certainly tell-tale signs if he was involved. The only alternative is if we can find any trace of a back-door that has his credentials associated with it, but Ian doesn't rate our chances on that front. He thinks that Roseberry may have been less careful with his own machine which isn't as open to us as our own assets. How's the thinking going there?"

Otis let him finish his opening burst, and then informed him he was on speakerphone, and continued with, "We are a bit stuck at the moment. Ian's plan sounds good, but how the hell do we get hold of his laptop. You know how protective he was of that thing when he was working for us – carried it everywhere with him as I remember."

"I remember!" squawked Cordell from the phone. "He kept that thing closer than a sacked quarterback keeps the football. Listen bro, you were always the thinker when we were playing. Put your mind to it, I'm sure you can think of a way. We'll get back to you as soon as we get to the warehouse. Speak to you soon."

The line went dead, and the three in the room looked at one another. It seemed like their problem of how to prove Mike Roseberry's culpability had morphed into how to get hold of his laptop.

After a few moments thought, Otis rose from his chair and went over to the large whiteboard at one end of the meeting room. Picking up a whiteboard marker, he drew three vertical lines, dividing the board into four columns. As he wrote headings at the top of each column, he spoke to Graham and Suzanne over his shoulder.

"Cordell is right! I was supposed to be the great thinker when we were playing football, and this is how I used to analyse tactical and strategic weaknesses and problems with the team when we had a tough challenge ahead."

Suzanne and Graham watched as he headed the 4 columns on the whiteboard, respectively; "Problem", "Knowledge", "Assets" and finally "Solution".

"This is hierarchical" explained Otis, writing rapidly in the "Problem" column. "At the top level is the problem of proving Mike Roseberry has our property." He quickly phrased the problem on the whiteboard. "This has already changed into how do we get access to his laptop?" He drew a down arrow under the first question, and wrote down the second. "There are sure to be lower level problems, like can we get into his laptop if we have hold of it? But you see the point."

Otis moved across to the "Knowledge" column. "Feel free to add anything you can!" he spoke to his "team", now back in strategic football player mode. He started to write 'MR is a loner' in the appropriate column, then added 'MR is a creature of habit'. By way of explanation he turned from the whiteboard to explain to Graham and Suzanne.

"He eats at the same restaurant every night, and then drinks in his local sports bar. I only know about this because the cell phone reception in the bar is terrible, and he had to give us the landline number so he could be reached in an emergency if the network went down!"

Graham nodded in understanding, and then commented "It's a bit difficult for us to comment or add to the knowledge column, given we've never met the man", but Suzanne interrupted to make her own contribution.

"I might never have met him, but from what I've heard about the reason for his dismissal, he sounds like a bit of a creep and a scumbag."

Otis and Graham laughed at her point, and Otis immediately wrote down 'scumbag' and 'creep' under the knowledge column.

"That's the spirit" he said, "It's a bit like a brainstorming exercise. Just throw anything into the pot at this stage."

An hour later and after a couple of calls to Cordell and Ian, they had a crowded whiteboard and the germ of a plan to solve the top-level problem. Several additional lower-level problems had been identified, and the "knowledge" column had burst its boarders and encroached heavily on the "Assets" column which had been cut in two to accommodate, but that was OK; under "Assets" was the single word...

"Suzanne!"

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Two hours later, Suzanne was half dozing, half going over the plan in her mind as she lay on a recliner at the side of the pool at the hotel complex. The early afternoon sun blazed overhead, and her exposed skin was thickly coated with a high-factor sun screen, and yet she could feel the heat starting to do its job. Her little white bikini hid less than 5% of her total body surface, her dark sunglasses also helped a little. With her blond hair and a paperback at her side, she looked for all the world like a star of stage or screen, and she drew many an admiring glance from the other guests using the facility.

At first Otis had objected to the idea of using her as a decoy in order to get access to Mike Roseberry's laptop. He had reiterated what a "creep and a scumbag" the guy really was (to use Suzanne's own turn of phrase). However, Graham had insisted that his team were all there to help, and one of the advantages they had was that Mike didn't know any of the British contingent. He stressed what an asset that was to "team Otis", and that the whole purpose of following Otis' tactical assessment method (as he had called it) was to use available assets to overcome difficulties to achieve a goal.

Once the basic method had been agreed, they had done what planning they could, using the available knowledge assets drawn on the board, to outline a plan. That plan started with Suzanne planning to have a drink in the same sports bar that Mike used every night at about 8:00 pm that evening. Until then, she was free to relax, top up her tan and recover from her exertions the previous evening.

Meanwhile, Ian and Cordell were completing a forensic sweep of the company's network and server assets, replacing all sys-admin passwords and closing all possible loopholes to ensure that there could be no further hacking of the systems by their public enemy number one. Otis had disappeared into the Phoenix conurbation to put in place certain mysterious "potential assets", and Graham had retired to his room to hold a number of conference calls with other members of the Ruler Electronics EMT back in Edinburgh where the company was beginning to feel his lack of attention over the last couple of days. When asked about how his trip was going, he would modestly reply that all was going well, and he expected to be back in Scotland in a couple of days.

Suzanne checked her watch lying beside her and decided it was time to turn over and expose her back to the wonderful Arizona sunshine for a while. Once lying safely on her tummy, she removed her dark glasses, reached behind her to undo the strap of her bikini top, and closed her eyes and drifted off into a well-earned snooze.

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Eight-fifteen that evening found Suzanne sitting at one of the bars in Mike Roseberry's favourite sports bar with a bottle of mad dog in front of her, and her eyes glued to one of the large screen TVs that were scattered around the joint in a seemingly random fashion, each apparently tuned to its own unique sporting channel, and covering everything from College football to an international pool competition. Suzanne was carefully watching a soccer match between two domestic teams as if a real fan. Fortunately, not only was this a sport that she knew a little about, but it had appeared in the "Knowledge" column as being something of a favourite with a certain Mike Roseberry. 

A little way away sat Graham and Ian in one of the booths, apparently completely separate from and un-associated with the good looking girl at the bar; although a careful observer would have noticed the intense interest that the younger man was showing, not unnaturally, in the babe on the barstool. Whilst Graham had his back to Suzanne, Ian faced her directly, and could hardly keep his eyes off his own wife, sitting as she was in short white shorts and tank top, her long legs (long, smooth and freshly tanned legs) displayed so alluringly and resting on the foot-rest of the stool on which she perched. Whenever the soccer game that she seemed to be so intently watching, had a moment of excitement, she would tense her legs and lift herself off the stool as if to punch the air, before sitting back and taking a sip of her beer whilst the action on screen returned to the normal ebb and flow of the game.

She really did look beautiful, thought Ian, although slightly incongruous in the faintly seedy sports bar. The rest of the clientele were engrossed in their own favourite spectator sport on one of the big screens, or were playing pool at one of the many available tables, or were watching Suzanne and wondering whether she was expecting someone else to join her. Most of the people in the establishment were men, and other than Suzanne and the bar staff (who were mostly young and female) there were only three other women in the place, and they were all accompanied by their boyfriends / husbands. Ian had already seen one of the braver regulars sit at a nearby stool to Suzanne and offer to buy her a drink, but getting no encouragement from the sexy stranger, he had quickly lost interest and gone back to join a couple of other friends at one of the pool tables.

There had been no sign of Mike Roseberry so far, but they weren't really expecting him to arrive until about now. A photograph taken for his company ID card had been studied by all of them, and they were each confident that they would recognise him if he came in. Roseberry was a thin, pale man of about 35 years, with slicked hair and a prominent nose. Otis had informed them that out of office hours he liked to dress down, usually in a pair of faded denims and tee. Just as Ian was beginning to wonder what Plan B was if Roseberry failed to show, he felt a little kick from Graham under the table, and a few seconds later the person concerned walked down the aisle at the side of Ian, heading towards the bar.

Ian watched as their target cast his eye towards the girls behind the bar, picking out one and waving to her, as he headed towards his customary bar stool at one corner of the box-shaped 3-sided bar. As he climbed onto the seat of his stool and signalled for a beer, Ian noticed that he took out a laptop from under his arm and was already unfolding the screen and powering it up on the bar in front of him before looking up to glance around the room to see who was here.

Mike Roseberry first looked to the pool tables where he smiled and waved or otherwise acknowledged a few of the recognised regulars. As his eyes continued around the room, his gaze fell upon Suzanne, sitting on the leg of the bar at right angles to his position, and about three seats away from their shared corner. Ian was amused to watch his eyebrows lift as he saw her, as if to say "Hello, what have we got here. I don't recognise you, but I like the look of you". Suzanne acted oblivious to his presence, her eyes remaining steadfastly on the screen that she had been watching for some time.

Mike reluctantly dragged his eyes away from the attractive stranger, and returned them to his laptop screen as he typed in a password and completed his log-in. Ian tried desperately to see what he typed, but from that angle it was impossible. Had Mike been a typical two-finger typist, Ian may have stood a chance, but Mike had obviously taught himself touch-typing earlier in his career, and his fingers were just a blur as he entered his credentials. Whilst his computer completed booting, he returned his attention to Suzanne and what she was watching. When his beer arrived, he drank from the bottle, and started to share his attention between his screen, keyboard and Suzanne in roughly equal measures.

Out of the corner of her eye, Suzanne had noted his arrival, and without giving any clue to her awareness of or interest in him, she quietly sized him up. She saw a spare little man, with a weak swept-away chin that was compensated by a heavy nose and thick, almost bulbous lips. A small moustache covered his upper lip, as if to hide the fleshiness of the lip below, but with the result of highlighting the large proboscis above. His eyes too were slightly bulgy. The overall impression was one of weakness, and not even his own mother could have called Mike attractive or handsome, even if she hadn't deserted him when he was eleven to run away with the married next-door neighbour. Mike had thereafter been brought up by his father who neglected him, had joined the Navy at 17 to get away from home, and had worked in an almost exclusively male dominated world for the next 7 years, where he learnt nothing about the gentler sex, but did fashion a sort of skill in computing. He was a classic nerd, OK with computers, useless with relationships, and as a consequence of his monastic upbringing and subsequent lifestyle in the Navy, he was endlessly fascinated by women, but without any of the social skills needed to relate to them in any meaningful and rewarding way. He could easily be a virgin except for allowing himself to be led astray and into the arms of a few hookers by his erstwhile shipmates.

Suzanne wasn't impressed, and didn't relish the thought of what she was required to do. She started to understand Otis' objections and his reluctance to ask her to do this, but she was here under the orders of Graham, and it was important to all of them that she succeeded in her allotted task. She carried on watching the soccer match, but quietly, slowly, imperceptibly, turned on her bar stool to face more towards her target.

The next half hour continued much the same. Mike made no move to speak to her, but she could constantly feel his eyes on her rather than his computer screen whenever her eyes were on the TV above the bar. His attention to her felt like a physical thing, as if she had another sense that responded when his eyes were drawing in the view of her. It made her skin crawl and it made her conscious of every move that she made. If his eyes were on his laptop and she moved, his eyelids would flick up and he'd look at her, noting every new position her body took. He was clearly fascinated by her, but unable to do anything other than stare at her. Suzanne realised that she would need to take the initiative.

The soccer game was approaching a conclusion; it looked like it was going to end in a goalless draw. When another shot wafted harmlessly above the goal, Suzanne sighed dramatically, and used the event to speak, as if to no-one in particular, but loud enough for Mike to hear.

"Jesus, this is a frustrating game!"

Unusually, and perhaps accidentally, without even thinking about what he was doing, Mike couldn't resist responding.

"It certainly is. You can't beat the excitement when they do score though!"

Suzanne looked at him, as if for the first time, and seized her advantage.

"You like soccer? I thought all you Americans preferred baseball or basketball or something."

The ice was broken, and little Mike Roseberry was actually having a conversation with the sexy, attractive, blond English lady that had turned up in his favourite bar as if from nowhere, and who had spurned any similar approaches from other customers; who would have believed it? It took all of Suzanne's very considerable charm and skill to keep the conversation going, but a few minutes later, when the match ended as predicted in a goalless draw, she and Mike were new best friends, and he had moved from his regular corner to sit at the bar stool next to her, and she had even accepted the bottle of beer he had nervously offered to buy for her. 

Ian wasn't slow to notice that when he changed seats, Mike had taken his precious laptop with him, and he was now using it to show Suzanne a clip of spectacular goals scored in last seasons 12th Annual Diablo Cup, a subject which seemed to all intents and purposes to fascinate Suzanne, despite her having shown no interest in football in all the years she had been married to Ian.

"So far, so good!" thought Ian. But now what? One of the weak points in their plan had been separating Mike from his laptop. They had known where to go to get an opportunity of doing that, and they knew exactly what to do when they got hold of it. But actually making that opportunity happen had been something that was going to be dependent on circumstances at the time, although they had discussed and anticipated some potential circumstances and had accordingly planned to seize them if they materialized. Now it was up to Suzanne to create an opportunity, and all Graham and Ian could do was watch and wait.

Having enthused over the wonderful goals from the recent Diablo Cup, Suzanne was facing the same question; how to separate odious Mike from his laptop. The solution hit her when she started to ask about incomprehensible (to Europeans) American sports, such as baseball and football (USA style, rather than the one favoured by the rest of the planet). Feigning ignorance greater than reality, she stated:

"I don't really understand some American sports, like baseball, American football, or even," she gestured to the rest of the room, "or even pool! I know how to play snooker, but pool just baffles me." She smiled innocently and disarmingly at little Mike, who took the bait.




The EMT Ch. 15



"Aw shucks," he said, "I don't know much about snucker, but I can teach you pool real easy. You want to give it a go?" Mike pointed to a nearby table.

"Sure!" replied Suzanne, "but let's use that table over there. The cloth is green instead of red, and I'm more used to that from snooker." 

Suzanne pointed instead to a little-used table in a corner. From that table, their view of the bar would be much more restricted, and they would in turn be more private.

Mike made to pick up his laptop, but Suzanne quickly stalled him by climbing down from her seat and pulling his arm.

"Come on, before someone else grabs the table," she gushed, "I'm sure that will be OK, the girls will watch it. Look, I'm leaving my purse here as well." She signalled to one of the bar girls to keep an eye on their property, whilst she pulled Mike away towards the corner. He was reluctant to go without his precious laptop, but also reluctant to leave his new-found friend. He allowed himself to be dragged away, looking back occasionally to reassure himself that his machine was being properly watched.

They quickly set up the pool table for a game, and Mike started to explain the rules to Suzanne, who was leaning over the table toying with a cue, her long legs stretched and her divine ass constrained by her tight tight shorts.

"Oh, these sticks are much shorter than the ones we use," she was saying, "it's like playing with a toy stick instead of a real one. This might take a bit of getting used to!"

Mike was torn between explaining the rules and studying her ass as it flexed and rippled as she stroked the cue back and forth over the table. For a moment, he even forgot about his other obsession, his laptop sitting on the bar twenty feet away.

As Mike broke off and then explained to Suzanne which balls she should try to sink next, Ian stood from the booth he and Graham had occupied for the last hour or so, and went to the bar to get another beer. As he stood near the stools so recently vacated by Mike and Suzanne, he made his order, and then, as the waitress turned to reach into the chiller for his beers, he quickly pulled his laptop from under his shirt where it had been hidden, and switched it with the one still lying on the bar top. Mike's laptop quickly replaced the dummy one under his shirt. The two laptops were so similar that to a casual observer, Mike's laptop sat where it had always been, but Ian knew that anything more than a casual glance from Mike would set his alarm bells ringing. Wanting to waste no time after having made the planned switch, Ian quickly dropped the new beers off at the booth, and then headed out of the bar to the car where he could work in peace.

Suzanne noted that the switch had taken place, and knew it was now her job to keep Mike sufficiently occupied and distracted to give Ian as much time as possible to do his job. She shivered as she realised that she was prepared to do whatever was necessary to distract Mike and to make this operation a success. It was her shot again, and she smiled at Mike and asked him the best way to grip the cue, as it was sooo different to a snooker cue. Mike was only too happy to show her.

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Outside, and safely inside his own car, Ian opened the laptop and was delighted to see that the switch had taken place so quickly that the screen-saver had not yet activated. He had access to Mike's laptop without having to crack his password using the brute-force script he had prepared, and which was installed on the memory stick in his pocket. This was great; he could get on without wasting any time.

It took him ten minutes to prove to himself that Mike was, as suspected, responsible for installing and then cleaning the files that had disarmed the alarms at the warehouse, and another 10 minutes to copy the incriminating evidence to his own memory sticks. He then spent another five minutes doing some further research before copying some other pre-prepared files on to Mike's hard drive, and positioning them where he wanted them to be. Then he closed the laptop and climbed out of the car, stuffing the machine back under his shirt, ready for the reverse switch.

Five minutes later, Mike's laptop was back where he left it, and the two nice British gentlemen had finished their beers, settled their tab and were heading out of the main door of the bar. Suzanne noted their departure whilst fighting off Mike's continuing, and increasingly tactile guidance on how to shoot pool, and she recognised their departure as a signal that she now had to keep Mike occupied for another 10 minutes to allow Otis and Cordell to get their assets in place, before she led him out of the bar on whatever pretext she could muster.

Meanwhile, Mike was attempting to show her how to apply something he called "running English", and which she knew as "side" from the more familiar snooker. He was leaning over her as she lined up a shot, and showing her where to strike the cue ball, and she knew he was doing this so that he could get a good look down the front of her tank top, which gaped quite conveniently as she played. So far, she knew, everything had been really easy, and plain sailing and she hadn't had to work too hard at distracting Mike. In fact, apart from the creepy feeling she got from his ogling of her at every opportunity, it had been much less unpleasant, and a lot easier than expected. She realised that Otis and Cordell still had some unpleasant tasks to perform, but thankfully, they had arranged things so that she would be out of it by then. She played her shot, surprising Mike with the expert way she judged and applied just the right amount of "running English" to leave the cue ball expertly positioned for her next shot.

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Ten minutes later, Suzanne led Mike, laptop under his arm, out towards the car lot. He had become increasingly excited and hot under the collar as he had watched her complete the frame, beating him comprehensively at his own game. She had put it down to beginner's luck, and seeing him hot and bothered, had suggested they "take some fresh air". Mike, who had been questioning the change in his luck, was only too ready to oblige, and followed her meekly into the car lot, continuing to admire her long legs, tapering up to the slightly revealed mounds of her ass cheeks, as she strode ahead of him. They had just turned the corner away from the main door of the bar when his world collapsed around him.

As arranged, Otis and some of his friendly assets were waiting in the lot. When they turned the corner, Mike and Suzanne were quickly surrounded by half-a-dozen large black guys, whose appearance caused Mike to colour and pull his laptop protectively to his chest. Otis turned to Suzanne and spoke roughly to her, also as had been previously agreed.

"Little lady, I don't know who you are, but we have some business to attend to with your friend here. You can either stay with him to offer support whilst we conduct our business, or you can disappear as fast as you like. I strongly suggest the latter."

Suzanne looked at Mike, who nodded imperceptibly. The wall of black parted enough for her to squeeze through, and out of sight of Mike and his new "friends", she climbed into Graham's car and they drove quietly away. Mike never saw her in person again, never twigged her part in his downfall, but would long remember the night he had taught the English lady how to play pool. Unfortunately, not all of his memories of that night were pleasant ones.

To be continued...



The EMT Ch. 16



This is a short (but I think sweet) conclusion to the American Adventure. For my regular readers, you should be aware that I will no longer be publishing under the Loving Wives category. There are far too many people using this site that have a fundamentally different opinion to mine of what that category represents, and since I cannot persuade them otherwise, it is best that I don't disturb their questionable equilibrium any further. I did propose to Literotica some time ago the inclusion of a new Cuckold category or similar which would allow me to post in an appropriate space without offending anyone, but they decided not to pursue that option. At least by using other categories, I can get on with what I enjoy most, and write my stories in the hope that they will not be flamed by the awkward bigot brigade. Hopefully, they won't follow me here.

This instalment takes a slightly different direction, and I'd be happy to hear what you think of it. Nothing has fundamentally changed with Suzanne's contract, but I'm finding that her relationship with Ian is developing unpredictably. Your (constructive) comments are always welcome.

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It was a little over 20 hours later that Ian and Suzanne boarded the VS 008 flight from LAX to LHR for their return trip. The day had been spent in catching up on the sun tan (Suzanne), a round of golf (Ian) and developments in the mysterious case of the silent alarm (all three of them). Graham, Ian and Suzanne had made a mid-afternoon hop from Phoenix to LA in order (for Ian and Suzanne) to be in time for their 17:35 connecting flight through to London. Graham had reluctantly agreed to remain behind for another 48 hours to meet and interview potential new resellers in Los Angeles.

At the breakfast meeting with Otis and Cordell, the Ruler Electronics team had learned that the brothers had recovered over 90% of their stolen property, an outcome that they were delighted with. They had also recovered their faith in their state-of-the-art alarm system, and the company that provided and supported it. Otis had been generous with his praise for the whole team, and had rewarded Suzanne in particular with a selection of the clothes she had tried on at his downtown Phoenix outlet a couple of days previously.

Ian and Suzanne were also happy to learn that after recovering their property, the brothers had been lenient with Mike Roseberry, who had suffered no permanent damage, but who had effectively been banished from the Phoenix environs with the threat of further action should he ever be seen on the streets of the city again. The only persons remotely disadvantaged by his relocation were the owners of his favourite sports bar, who lost his regular custom. Otherwise, he wasn't missed.

As a reward for the parts they had played in such a successful outcome, and because of changed travel plans to allow a visit to LA, Graham had exchanged their return BA tickets for the Virgin Upper Class seats that they were now busy occupying, as the cabin crew got them drinks and prepared for take-off. Suzanne sipped her champagne and smiled across at Ian, occupying the next luxurious pod to hers in the Upper Class cabin in the nose of the Airbus 340-600. Ian returned the silent toast with an even warmer smile; he had been present when Graham had pointedly informed Suzanne that as soon as they were settled on board the transatlantic flight she was officially "off-assignment", and could return to treating her husband as a husband, rather than as a work colleague. He already had high hopes for the return flight and his potential re-admission to the mile-high club!

Thirty minutes later and they were taxiing down the runway, and one hour after that the starched white linen was spread over the fold-out tables of their seats / beds, and the very attentive cabin crew started to serve dinner, even as the aircraft started to turn north to follow the great circle route that would speed them, Jetstream assisted, to London and then home.

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They had watched a movie together, dinner had been cleared away, and they were relaxed in the warmth of a couple of glasses of fine wine. The cabin lights had already been dimmed to accommodate the business travellers' need for sleep, and all was quiet except for the persistent background hum of the aircraft's systems. Suzanne unbuckled her safety belt and stretched to reach the overhead locker and take down her small travelling bag. Ian watched as she stretched and he admired again her athletic figure. Bag in hand, she leant over to him and kissed him full on the mouth, her soft yielding lips full of the taste and wetness of the Rioja, and full of promise for what was to come. Breaking from the kiss, she leaned into his ear and whispered to him.

"I'm going to change into something more comfortable for the night. Why don't you get the stewardess to turn down the beds and I'll be back shortly."

Ian grabbed at her as she moved to break away, but she was too fast for him, and he watched her walk towards the bathroom, bag in hand, before he fumbled for the buzzer to signal the cabin crew. He had to stand as the stewardess converted his seat into a flat bed, laying out the thin mattress and sheet and showing him how to buckle himself in. She then converted Suzanne's adjacent seat, before disappearing to wherever cabin crew disappear to when not needed by their pampered guests. Ian stripped off his jumper, and was already lying flat when Suzanne returned. His breath was taken away when he saw her.

Suzanne had changed into a pair of silk pyjamas that she had obviously packed in her travelling bag. Whilst perfectly opaque and decent, the soft material hung on her curves, which moved sensuously beneath the material, making it perfectly obvious that she was naked beneath. Only the bottom two buttons were done on the jacket, leaving a deep "Vee" neck that revealed the inside curves of her breasts. Her nipples were erect and pointed small peaks in the material of her sleeping suit. As Ian watched her stretch again to return her bag to the overhead storage, he saw her shirt lift and expose her midriff, her flat tanned tummy stretched taught before his eyes. As his eyes flicked over her, he caught a movement in his peripheral vision, and looked over to see another traveller in the corresponding seat across the aisle changing his position to watch her intently.

Suzanne closed the overhead locker, and instead of returning to her own flat bed, climbed in alongside Ian, sidling up to him and pulling the cotton sheet over the two of them as he moved to accommodate her in the tiny space. A flush spread over Ian's cheeks as he realised that the other watching passenger was openly staring across at them as they got comfortable together, Suzanne lying on her side alongside Ian, her right arm across his body and her head against his shoulder. He could smell her perfume and feel the nakedness of her beneath her pyjamas as she snuggled into him.

She kissed his cheek lightly, and then turned her face so that her lips were alongside his ear. He could feel her breath on his face, feel the point of her nipple pressing into his chest, and her hand was on his own breast, her fingers lightly playing with his own excited nipple through his shirt. She whispered into his ear, able to do it loudly enough for him alone to hear, protected by the background noise of the plane.

"So now we have some time just for us," she breathed into him. "Just the two of us. I've missed you more than I thought I would."

Ian nodded in agreement. "I've missed you too." He turned his head slightly to give her a peck, which she returned before snuggling back into his neck.

"And I have been very naughty," she continued, "very naughty indeed. Do you think I've been a bad wife? Do you think I should be punished?"

Ian swallowed, but shook his head. His breathing was getting tighter and he could feel his cock begin to swell as Suzanne nibbled at his ear and gently squeezed his nipple.

"It was very bad of me not to let you into my room the night before last," she admitted quietly to Ian. "I had a very exciting night with Otis and Cordell, letting them use me, doing what Graham told me to do. But I should have shared that with you earlier. Do you hate me for not sharing it with you?"

She purred into Ian's ear, him holding his breath, listening to every word. She started to pluck at one of his shirt buttons beneath the sheet, and Ian lay frozen, unable to move.

"They left me exhausted" she continued. "I knew that I should let you in, but I was too tired. They had been so demanding of me." She continued to undo his shirt buttons before pulling the front of his shirt open, her hand sliding across his chest, her fingers again finding his nipple, this time rubbing across the hard flesh of it, his shirt no longer there to protect it.

"I tried to be good and do as I was told. Graham had told them that they were in charge of me, that I was theirs to use, and I think they enjoyed being able to tell me what to do." Suzanne squeezed Ian's nipple, slowly increasing the pressure. "They made me show myself to them. They took pictures of me in all sorts of positions. They are probably looking at them now. Remembering how compliant I was. Maybe showing me to their friends."

Suzanne's hand briefly left his chest and he waited as she fumbled at something. When she pressed herself back against him, he realised that she had undone her own pyjama jacket and slipped it off her shoulders. He could now feel the warm dry skin of her breast against his own. Her hand slid back across his chest, and then started to descend over his tummy towards the waist of his trousers. He looked quickly across the aisle of the cabin to see the stranger's eyes glinting in the darkness, watching them intently, but unable to see what was happening beneath the thin white sheet that covered them.

"So when they left, I had a choice to make," she continued. "I was very tired and dirty. I knew that you would be waiting to see me; to hear about my evening; to share it with me. But I was too tired for you darling. Too tired and worn out for my own husband. Is that terrible? After all the things I had let them do to me?"

By now her fingers were teasing into his waistband, and Ian's cock was uncomfortably constrained in his pants. He murmured a response, unintelligible to either of them. Just wanting her to go on teasing and talking to him like this.

"I knew it was wrong of me not to let you in. I knew I was being selfish."

Unable to reach into his trousers further than an inch or two, Suzanne slid her hand over his groin, feeling his straining hardness beneath the thick material, running her fingers lightly along his length.

"Does it excite you to know that your wife has been such a slut; to hear about what they made me do?"

Ian grunted, and was rewarded by a long slow rub of her fingers along the underside of his hardened cock, from base to tip.

"You do like me like this don't you," she whispered into his ear. "You like me to tell you how I was controlled and used by Otis and his brother. If you want me to go on, undo your belt. Show me that you like it by undoing your belt."

Ian slowly reached down beneath the sheet with his left hand, the only one available to him. His right arm was buried beneath Suzanne, his hand trapped between the small of her back and the side of his bunk. She nuzzled into his neck as he followed her instructions; almost whimpering in his ear as she felt him struggle to undo his belt buckle single-handed. When he had managed to undo the belt, she rubbed his cock again, revelling in the power she had over him, using his need against him.

"Mmmmm. I like that you like it; hearing all about my adventures. I like that you like me doing as I'm told."

Suzanne was now openly stroking him beneath the sheet and outside his trousers, with Ian enjoying the sensations as her fingers ran repeatedly up and down his straining cock. He realised the movement of her arm and hand was probably visible to their silent watcher across the aisle.

"Careful Suzanne!" his hand covered hers and stilled her movement. "I think we have a watcher." He nodded imperceptibly across towards the stranger, a signal that Suzanne couldn't miss as her head lay so closely against his. He felt Suzanne lift her head ever so slightly and turn her eyes to look in the indicated direction.

"Oh yes" she whispered, and then, before he could stop her, she pulled her arm from beneath the sheet to reach over and switch on the little reading lamp that was built into the seat / bed, and made a pretence of picking up the discarded dinner menu and looking at it as if innocently needing to refer to it. After a couple of seconds, she put it down and returned her arm beneath the sheet, but leaving the little reading lamp on.

"Now he won't need to stare so hard to see what we are doing" she said quietly, returning her hand to Ian's cock and squeezing him playfully and with an exaggerated movement of her arm.

Ian was shocked. The reading light was designed to be deliberately inoffensive to other passengers, but having it on cast them in a revealing glow, making it much easier for the gentleman across the aisle to see them. It simultaneously made it harder for Ian to see the guy concerned, and he was worried about being publicly indecent, but Suzanne was doing wonderful things to his cock; he couldn't resist her manipulations.

He felt Suzanne's fingertips reach for his zipper, and then draw it down, slowly unzipping his fly. When it had traversed the entire length of the zip, her fingers moved to the stud at his waist, fumbling to undo it and eventually succeeding. Now he felt Suzanne peel apart the waist of his trousers before her hand slipped into his boxers and her fingers found his naked cock. He sucked in his breath as her hand encircled him, pulling and easing him out of his shorts with just a thin sheet protecting his modesty. As Suzanne began slowly to stroke his length, she started to speak again into his ear.

"Otis and Cordell were sooo big down there. Their cocks felt so heavy in my hand. Sooo big and heavy."

She ran her fingernail lightly down the underside of Ian's cock before moving back to the head, rubbing him beneath the glans with the fleshy pad of one finger, smearing pre-cum over the head.

"Graham first made me display myself to them in the restaurant. He wanted them to see how I would obey his orders. He made me pull my dress to the side so that they could see my breasts, right there in the restaurant."

As she told him this, she reached up and took Ian's hand and brought it to her naked breast; pulling his palm to her and pressing her breast into his hand.

"If you want to pull the sheet down a little so that our friend can see me, I don't mind" whispered Suzanne, returning her own hand to Ian's straining cock beneath the sheet. Ian moaned with pleasure, and explored her tit with his hand, wondering why the thought of exposing his wife to this stranger had caused such an erotic thrill to course through him.

"Everyone else is asleep," she continued, "No-one else will know. Do you want him to see me like Otis and Cordell did?"

Ian's response was to bunch his hand slightly and move it on her breast in a way which caused the sheet to be dragged down a little with each movement of his hand. He looked down and saw the top of the sheet moving slowly further down her body until his hand was the only thing covering her right (upper) breast as she lay on her left side against him.

"That's right" she said, "let him see me. Let him look at your wife. Let him see your wife's tits."

She turned slightly to her right, her breast in Ian's hand more visible; the sheet now down below the under curve of her breast, but still hidden from view under Ian's covering hand.

"Mmmm!" she crooned, "I do like being looked at and watched. I do like being displayed. I liked Graham ordering me to display myself. I like Graham ordering me to do things."

Ian slid his hand off her breast, sliding it down over her flat belly and taking the sheet down with it, deliberately exposing her. He was rewarded as she gripped his cock harder and mewed into his ear as she stroked him. They were both acutely aware that their watching stranger could now see her complete upper body, see the movement of her arm as she wanked his hard cock; could be in no doubt that they both wanted him to see her. Suzanne made no move to cover up.

"Do you like him watching me darling? Do you like the fact that he can see my nipple and my breast? That he can see what I am doing to you? Do you want him to see more of me?"

Once again, Ian could only groan in his excitement. This was pure. This was part of his original fantasy. This was the dream he had that had started this whole crazy adventure; his need to show off his beautiful wife to other men. The secret, barely acknowledged need he had. And now, almost out of the blue, he found he had a willing soul mate; his wife enjoyed his fantasy too! Not only the fantasy, but the reality of being exposed and displayed. It was beyond his wildest dreams. As he lay there in the gloom of the cabin, highlighted by the reading light, his wife exposed to the waist and stroking his hard cock, willingly, even eagerly letting a stranger watch their every movement, he was in heaven and needed all of his concentration to stop himself from coming. He knew he wanted more; he wanted this feeling to continue for as long as he could sustain it. He placed his hand over hers, separated only by the sheet, to signal her to slow down, to stop himself from coming.

"Are you close?" she whispered to him. He nodded, wordlessly. She took her hand from him and he felt her wriggle and squirm out of her pyjama bottoms under the sheet. Soon she was naked, her right leg thrown over his. He could feel the heat of her sex against his leg; could feel her dampness indicating her own excitement. She kissed his ear, murmured something to him that he couldn't quite catch, and then reached again beneath the sheet and searched for his cock.

"Otis made me lick Cordell's ass" she said. "Does that shock you? I loved doing it. I loved being told to do it. I loved the dirtiness of it; the degradation of doing it. I honestly think that at that moment I would have done anything that he told me to do. I loved giving myself to them. I love having no control."

She continued stroking his hardness, bringing him almost to the brink as she talked to him, and then moving her hand away and allowing him to relax. It was as if she knew precisely how far to take him without taking him too far. She felt like she was totally in control of him, but totally out of control of herself. As she described the events of her evening with the two black brothers, she relived some of the utter submission that she had enjoyed that night. She started to rub herself against his leg as she talked and caressed him; getting more and more excited as she remembered her own humiliation and abuse at the hands of the brothers.

"Oh God! I am so wet" she said, "I am soaking. Sopping. I can't remember ever being so excited."

Ian felt that he knew how she felt. Her fingers on his cock were indescribable. He had never been so hard; never wanted so much to come; never wanted so much to hold off from coming. Suzanne rubbed her finger across the head of his cock, collecting his pre-cum and then brought her finger to her own lips and tasted him, before returning her exquisite, delicate fingers to their assigned task of teasing him once more.

"I want him to see how wet I am" she mewed into his ear. "I want him to know how excited I am. I want him to see all of me. God, I want you to tell me to go over there and give myself to him. I want you to make me your willing slut. I'll do anything you tell me."




The EMT Ch. 16



Ian closed his eyes and imagined the possibilities. He was being given carte-blanche by his loving wife to expose her, his wife who appeared to be in an almost alternate reality of excitement. Suzanne was now openly humping his leg, smearing her secretions against his thigh; her own eyes closed and awaiting his orders. Without thinking of the potential consequences, Ian reached down with his left hand and pulled the sheet away from her, but retaining the covering over his own lower half. Suzanne was now openly exposed to their watching stranger, lying on her left side with her right leg thrown across Ian's legs, her feet towards the watcher. He could now see her wonderful ass and between her legs, where she gaped lewdly wet and shiny.

Suzanne buried her face in Ian's shoulder, as if ashamed of her display. "Thank you! Oh God, thank you" was all she could say to begin with. "I feel so slutty; so wanton." She rubbed herself even harder against Ian's thigh, lost in her own world; feeling the eyes of the unknown stranger as he watched her.

"They made me play with myself whilst they watched" she confessed. "They made me bring myself off whilst they watched me and filmed me."

Ian imagined his wife being made to do such an incredibly personal thing for the amusement of the two brothers. His cock surged again at the thought; ready to explode. He quickly stayed her hand to stop himself going over the edge. Pulling her lingering hand from his cock he told her, "Do it now. Do it for him."

Suzanne groaned inwardly with pleasure at the command and slowly drew her hand from Ian's crotch, sliding it down over her own belly and between her legs. She imagined the stranger watching intently as her hand appeared from nowhere, her manicured fingers at first gently touching her soaking lips, and then spreading herself for him to see even deeper inside her.

Suzanne's middle finger pressed hard against her clit, the tip curling into the wet heart of her, whilst the fingers either side were busy in stretching her sex open. She increased the pressure by pressing herself harder against Ian's thigh, trapping her hand between them, and then twitching her finger against her nub, closing her eyes tight as her orgasm approached.

Meanwhile, Ian had reached his own hand under the cotton covering to lightly stroke his abandoned penis, maintaining his own vigorous and straining hardness as he felt Suzanne press against him, and felt the pulses of her own digital self-stimulation.

"I'm going to come" she jerked against him. "Oh God, I'm going to come. He's watching me make myself come."

Ian felt her orgasm build as she bucked against him. She started to pant; her whole body tensing and then relaxing; pulling her middle finger against herself; pressing herself against his leg.

As her orgasm broke in a long wave of climax, Ian felt her body tense and then relax and slump against him. He couldn't see the tips of her other two fingers slip into her opening to join the middle finger, pressing against her pubic mound; letting the climax wash over her; holding on to it for as long as possible. But their watcher saw. And Suzanne knew he had seen.

With her hand still between her legs, Suzanne kissed his neck and let the warm glow of her orgasm subside quietly within her.

"Oh God, I needed that" she whispered. "Thank you darling, thank you so much."

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After a couple of minutes during which her pulse and breathing returned to normal, Suzanne's hand once again snaked across to replace Ian's hand on his cock. She wrapped her fingers around him and started with a long, slow stroke of him, before sliding her fingers down to cup his scrotum and lightly squeeze.

"These must be full" she said. "It has been two very exciting days since you came on my bathroom floor. Have you come since then darling?"

Ian shook his head. 

She felt their weight, felt his need, and decided to tease him some more. She let her fingers lightly dance along the underside of his cock again, and heard him catch his breath.

"I like it when I have lots of orgasms and you don't" she whispered, wondering what his reaction would be. "I really like it when you are so patient and hold on so long."

She was still lying naked and exposed alongside him. Almost without thinking, she reached over and pulled the sheet across her, covering her nakedness, before reaching over and switching off the reading lamp. It seemed the show was over, at least for now, but Suzanne still had a few surprises for Ian.

"You didn't play with yourself when I locked you out of my room the other night?" she asked, her hand once again gently caressing him beneath the sheet.

"No" groaned Ian. "I wanted to, but it didn't feel right without you."

She smiled to herself. She hadn't planned this, hadn't even thought about it, but she started to remember some of the pleasure she had felt when she denied him after Otis and Cordell had left her satisfied and exhausted. She kissed his neck, and then his chest, moving her head down to lay it against his naked breast, sucking one of his nipples into her mouth and biting it gently.

"Do you want to come now?" she asked, and then had to move back to his neck so that he could hear her. "Do you want me to make you come now?"

She emphasised her question by again gripping his organ in her delicate hand and squeezing beneath the head.

"Oh Jeesh!" he said, "I want to come so bad. I want to come, but I want this to last forever."

"Tell me" she demanded. "Tell me what it is that you want to last."

Ian took a deep breath. "I want this feeling to last. Having you here lying naked against me. Having you teasing me; touching me; talking to me."

She licked at his ear.

"I'm glad you waited for me the other night. I'm glad that you held off and didn't take care of yourself." She started again the delicate stroking that was driving him to distraction. "I love you like this. On the verge. There, but not there."

Ian could only close his eyes and hope. He hoped he would come and find release. He hoped he wouldn't come and that this exquisite torture would continue.

"How long do you think you can hold on?" she asked, knowing that she could make him come at any instant, and yet revelling in the power she had to prevent it happening if she so desired.

"I don't know" was his only possible reply, spoken in absolute truth. The slightest increase in pressure could bring him off instantly.

"If I said you had a choice, what then?" she continued her hold over him. "If I said you could come in my hand now, or in my mouth in the morning, or in my pussy when we get home tomorrow evening, which would you choose?"

She felt him approaching his own climax, and promptly removed her hand from him, feeling his cock twitch against his belly as she deliberately held off. Pre-cum was now flowing copiously as he considered how to answer. He thought of the pleasure he would get if she enveloped him in her soft wet mouth. He thought of the heat and welcoming wetness of her cunt, and plunging his cock into her until he filled her with his seed. He imagined the beautiful release if he allowed her to bring him to the climax he so desperately wanted with her hand. And he thought of the sacrifice of not allowing any of these things to happen. He thought of his devotion to her. Of the utter love and devotion he felt for her just then.

"Well?" she demanded, "What is your answer?"

"I...I mean... I don't know. I want you to decide" was the best he could manage. He recognised how weak that was. "I mean I want to come now, but I want to hold off. I don't know what I want. I want to do what you want me to do. I can't think straight." 

She touched him again.

"It's making me hot again, you denying yourself" she admitted breathlessly. She pressed her groin against him again. She couldn't deny it; having him on the brink like this was exciting her again, as denying him had excited her for the first time two nights before.

"Will you defer your orgasm for me if I ask you nicely?" she asked seductively. "Will you hold off until I say you can come, whenever that is?"

"Oh God, yes!" was his instant reply. "As long as it feels like this; as long as you keep teasing me like this; I'm happy for you to decide when I should come."

"Are you sure that you mean that? Are you sure you want me to make the decision. What if I deny you for weeks?"

Ian considered. He had never felt so in need, and he had never loved his wife more than now when she was teasing him like this. Not giving in to his urgent need to come was somehow perverse. But it was wonderfully perverse. He kissed her passionately. 

"I mean it." He could barely say it; it felt like his heart had stopped and climbed into his throat. He knew what he was saying and what it implied. He was handing control over his own orgasms to his beautiful wife.

She kissed him back. "And what about my needs?" she asked quietly, knowing what she wanted to hear him say, but not daring to believe he would say it.

Again, Ian had to consider for a moment. This was all so new to him, so unexpected. The delightful frustration he was experiencing was alien to him, but completely overpowering. Other than the slight feeling of sacrifice he had experienced two nights ago, when he had climbed naked and lonely into bed and denied himself, nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He had already crossed the bridge and handed his own orgasms to his wife. Now, to complete the submission that he was struggling to understand, he knew what he had to say to her.

"I love you darling. I love you more than anything. It is because I love you that I want you to decide when and how I come. I can make this sacrifice only because it is you. You said earlier that you liked it when you had plenty of orgasms and I had none. That is what I want. My own sacrifice shouldn't be yours. You will always be free to enjoy yourself in any way that you desire. It would be wrong for me to interfere with that."

It was long and heartfelt speech, given the circumstances. His cock straining, his balls full to overflowing, events had quickly developed for both of them in a strange and unexpected direction. Neither of them had an inkling about this change prior to it springing itself on them. Ian was desperately, urgently frustrated, but had consciously declared his willingness to forego his own pleasure until it suited Suzanne to relieve him. At the same time, he had granted Suzanne a further licence to please herself. And his sacrifice and self-denial was pleasing Suzanne, exciting her, taking her back into that place she sometimes now visited where her carnal needs overtook all other considerations.

She kissed him warmly, moistly on the lips and then placed her mouth next to his ear, squeezing his hard cock one last time.

"You have me all hot again. You are not to come, whatever happens, until I give you permission. Is that understood?"

Ian groaned and nodded.

"I have teased enough" she continued. "I need to come again and you mustn't. I'm going to provide our friend over there with the release that I am denying you. Do you know what I am saying?"

Again, he nodded.

Suzanne reached for her pyjama jacket and pulled it over her shoulders, sitting up to button it loosely about her. The movement caught the eye of the man across the aisle again. She reached her left hand down between her legs and felt her wetness and excitement, feeling powerful, daring and completely liberated. She brought her wet fingers to Ian's lips and allowed him to taste her, before standing and pulling on her pyjama bottoms. Ian watched her walk back towards the bathroom, circling past the watching stranger and smiling warmly at him as she passed. As the door to the cubicle closed, but the engaged light did not light up, Ian watched the stranger rise from his own bed and head in the same direction. After he closed the door behind him, the engaged light blinked and then lit firmly. 

Ian wondered what he had done. He was lying alone in bed, his erection hurting him as he hurtled at 500 mph towards home, and who knows what further challenges and humiliations. Someone else was taking his place in the mile-high club, and he loved that it was happening to him.

To be continued... 



The EMT Ch. 17



Intention /in-ten'shun / Design, Purpose, Aim

Develop /di-vel'up / To bring out what is latent or potential, to evolve

It has been my intention in this and the last episode to develop a number of story-line threads in preparation for what is to come. Thanks for going through this with me. I am now pleased with the options available to me for further episodes, and for Suzanne's on-going development as a sub to Graham, whilst simultaneously taking more control over Ian. That doesn't mean that the future is clearly mapped out and fixed. This story has a life of its own, and it is my role and duty to allow it to develop, and to report on its progress. I hope you enjoy reading these links and twists and turns as much as do when I discover them.

Chapter 17

They caught their connecting flight back to Edinburgh, tired and jet-lagged from the transatlantic leg, but with Ian's mind still on one thing. The events of the flight from LA would not leave his consciousness, and the dull ache of frustration was a constant reminder of the rash promise he had made to Suzanne in his moment of weakness and need.

Suzanne and the stranger had been locked in the bathroom for nearly an hour, with Ian restlessly awaiting her return, his cock still hard and his mind full of imaginings of what was happening only a few feet away. Finally, the engaged light had gone out and the stranger had returned to his own bunk, not looking at Ian as he settled into his flat bed, pulling the sheet over himself, obviously settling down to sleep for the rest of the trip.

Suzanne had stayed in the bathroom for a further 5 minutes before emerging; Ian assumed she'd been refreshing herself after whatever had transpired between her and the stranger. She had come to Ian and kissed him warmly, quickly feeling his erection as if to satisfy herself that he had done as she had asked and not yielded to the temptation to relieve himself. Ian had thought that he could taste evidence of the other man in her mouth.

"Thank you for that darling!" was all she had said initially, leaving Ian wondering whether he was being thanked for allowing her indiscretion, or whether she was thanking him for his own sacrificial abstention. As she leaned over him, her hand on his hardness and her pyjama jacket gaping, he had had an unrestricted view of her beautiful breasts. She looked into his eyes, drawing his attention away from her curves. Ian remembered her exact words.

"He was very excited, but able to satisfy me completely. I feel much better now, calmer."

She had kissed him again, wetly.

"Now I need my beauty sleep; it has been a very exhausting trip." She had paused for a moment as if considering Ian's needs. "I am so pleased that we have agreed that I will decide when you can cum. If you are very good, that might be quite soon."

That was it! With that thought, Suzanne had squeezed him once, as if in promise, kissed him again and returned to her own bunk, leaving Ian alone, frustrated, excited, remorseful, happy and rampant. 

For a while, he couldn't resist the temptation to fondle himself; to gently stroke himself as he remembered all that had transpired. But he also remembered his promise to her, and he firmly resisted the temptation to bring to himself the relief that he so desperately needed, but which had been so firmly denied to him. He envied the stranger across the aisle, able to sleep, content and satisfied. But he was also happy in himself, in his own climax-free tribute to Suzanne, his future happiness and satisfaction, he thought, assured by Suzanne's half-promise. 

He had spent a fitful night / flight, never able to completely relax and sleep, never able to clear his head of the thoughts and dreams, the confusions and the clarity of his silent submission.

The morning had been awkward. When the cabin lights had been gently raised to rouse the travellers, and the cabin staff had been busy scurrying about converting beds back into seats, Suzanne had slipped quickly into the bathroom to freshen up and change back into her travelling clothes. Whilst she was gone, Ian's glance had been returned by the stranger and their eyes had locked momentarily, before Ian had looked down and broken the connection. Ian had been unable to hold his gaze, or to read the look he had seen in the man's eyes. Was it envy? Was it pity? Was it understanding? Was it something else? Whatever had been in the stranger's eyes, Ian was in no doubt about what had been in his own; a complex mixture of jealousy, envy, submission, pride and ownership. The stranger may have stolen a moment of illicit conjugal bliss with Suzanne, but it was he, Ian, that would be living with her and enjoying her for the rest of his life.

When Suzanne had returned from the bathroom, and as the cabin crew had served breakfast to the half-awake passengers, the coast of Ireland slipping silently beneath them, Ian had seen her and the stranger exchange glances and half smiles, and a pang of real tangible jealousy had spiked through him. It was quickly replaced by love when Suzanne turned her glance to him and smiled at him with real warmth and affection.

Now they were sitting together at the front of the BA connecting flight to Edinburgh on the final leg of their amazing adventure's latest instalment.

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Suzanne and Ian arrived home mid-afternoon and spent the remainder of the day / evening reconnecting with their daughter Emma after sending away the child-minder / nanny that had taken care of her full-time during their absence. Emma was delighted to see them both, and even more delighted with the Mojave native American doll that had hastily been purchased for her at LAX by her guilt-ridden parents. She found the doll and its native costume so diverting that within 10 minutes of their return, she had forgotten that her parents had been away at all. So much for the concern of her parents and the fickleness of childhood!

After Emma had been put to bed and Ian and Suzanne had settled for their evening gin & tonic in the study, Ian caught up with the newspaper whist Suzanne checked her e-mail. Amongst the dross was an e-mail from Graham's secretary instructing her that an appointment had been made for her the following morning for a check-up with Doctor Packard. As she read the e-mail, Suzanne remembered her only other previous experience with the young doctor, and a frisson of excitement shivered through her as she remembered her embarrassment and humiliation at both his personal questions and intimate examination of her.

"What are your plans tomorrow darling" she asked, distracting Ian from his paper. Something in the way she asked the question alerted Ian that there was more behind it than the simple question implied.

"I guess go to the office and catch up with what has been happening," he replied. "Why do you ask?"

Suzanne moved from the computer desk to sit with him on the couch, where she cuddled against him.

"It seems that I have an appointment with Doctor Packard at 11 o'clock," she replied, "I just got the message from Graham's secretary. Apparently, I am due a check-up."

Ian instantly laid down the newspaper and turned to her with interest. He was still frustratedly awaiting his promised satisfaction, but had vowed to himself to say or do nothing until his wife decided she wanted to take the initiative. Several times since they had arrived home he had wanted to break that vow, but the circumstances had not been right (meaning that Emma had been inconveniently present) or he had held off from saying something in the hope that Suzanne wanted to break the ice. Now she seemed to be deliberately taunting him with the news of her forth-coming appointment. Ian remembered well what had transpired last time Suzanne saw Doctor Packard, and how she had recounted the story to him afterwards, exciting them both.

"That sounds interesting," he started, "do you think it will be similar to the last time?" He grinned lewdly at her.

"I have no idea what to expect. I haven't really thought about it. I only just got the message."

Suzanne reached down and felt his growing hardness, and remembered how she had teased him and denied him for the last 24 hours.

"Listen," she cooed to him, "I remember that I have a promise to keep, but we are both pretty tired right now with the jet-lag. Do you think you can hang on to this," she continued to stroke his now hard cock through the material of his trousers, "for another 24 hours? If you can, I promise to tell you all about my appointment, and I promise you relief at this time tomorrow."

Ian groaned at the thought of another 24 hours without easing his aching need, but was secretly delighted with his sacrifice so far. He was also very eager to hear from Suzanne about her check-up, and was thrilled with the thought that he'd have another day on edge and with constant sexual tension as his companion, followed by what he was sure would be an erotic interlude with his wife to look forward to at the end of the day.

"I think I can hold out for another day. But it isn't going to be easy, knowing that you are being examined again by the mysterious doctor, whilst I am hard at work."

The unintended pun struck both of them at the same time and they giggled together. Suzanne squeezed him once and then withdrew her hand, but snuggled closer in to him on the couch.

"As long as you keep your promise, and you are still hard when you get home, that's all I can ask. I really do love you, you know." 

Ian replied with his own assertion of love, and they snuggled quietly together, exhausted by their trip, for another twenty minutes or so whilst the evening news played out on the small TV in the corner of the room. When the news finished, and without another word, they silently agreed it was time for bed, and they tidied things up, locked up and headed upstairs, each glad to be back in their own home after their unexpected American adventure.

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The first couple of hours in the office were routine for Ian. He had kept reasonably up-to-date with his messages from his laptop whilst they had been in the USA, but for Ian, like nearly everybody else, there are some messages that require action that you just can't do properly when away from the office. He quickly dispatched the messages in that category, those that he had saved to deal with when back in Edinburgh, and then turned his attention to the more recent mails that had arrived during the flight home or overnight, and that he had yet to open or answer. One such message immediately caught his eye. It was from Graham and time-stamped in the early hours of that morning, whilst Ian and Suzanne had been sleeping off their jetlag. He clicked it open immediately.

Dear Ian,

I wanted to repeat my thanks for your excellent support over the last few days (and of course, my thanks to Suzanne, who lived up to her contract in the way that I had always expected of her). She really is a most accommodating woman with a terrific talent and aptitude for the kind of work that we expect of her. I must thank you once again for bringing her to us, and for your own support of her new career. You have each made a tremendous start in your new positions, and we are lucky to have you both.

The results of our trip to Phoenix were better than I dared to hope for. Our customers were equally delighted with the result, so much so that they provided a glowing customer reference with the prospective new reseller I saw today in Los Angeles. The result is that we now have an important new channel to market on the West Coast of the USA, and one which I am confident will bring us substantial new business, revenue and profits.

Now I am afraid, I must come to the real point of this e-mail. I was made aware within the last hour of a potential problem that requires immediate attention. I'm afraid that I will need to call on Suzanne's services again almost immediately, and far sooner than I would have hoped, given that she is just home from an extended trip. I appreciate that doing so is a further strain on her wifely and motherly duties, but I feel I have no choice in the matter. Please accept my apologies.

I was able to discuss this briefly with John a few minutes ago (I'm sorry, I thought it best to allow you an uninterrupted night's sleep after your long trip), and he will provide you with the details so that you can bring Suzanne up to speed. I'm afraid that it will mean another couple of days away from home for her, and rather than arrange for a baby-sitter again, I thought it best that we make arrangements for you to work at home during her absence so that at least your daughter will have one of her parents available to look after her.

I must rush; I am about to head off to LAX myself for my own flight home. As I say, John has all the details and no doubt will be in touch soon after you see this in the morning. I will catch up with you myself when I get back tomorrow.

Once again, many thanks.

Graham

Ian sat back at his desk and stretched, considering the import of what he had just read. Suzanne was required for another unspecified mission on behalf of Graham Leicester and the company. He quickly re-read the e-mail, and realised that there was very little detail about what the mission might be or when it was likely to begin, but a moment's thought gave some indication. Graham would be back in the UK in a few hours' time, and back in Edinburgh by late afternoon. Unless the mission was really urgent, he could have waited to inform Ian and Suzanne himself, rather than relaying the details through John, who, Ian realised, Graham must have spoken to in the early hours of the morning. That implied that Suzanne would be required for duty very soon, possibly as early as this afternoon. 

He reached for his phone in order to call her and warn her of this sudden and unexpected turn of events; but then stopped himself and looked at the clock on the wall. It was a little after 10:45, and Ian remembered that Suzanne had an appointment with Doctor Packard at 11:00, and would already be on her way to him. He decided to wait, and speak to her after he had spoken to John and had more information to impart.

As he was rising from his chair to head for John's office, another thought popped unbidden into his head. He had been holding back from thinking about the pleasure he was sure would come to him this evening when Suzanne lived up to her promise to bring him the relief he had been waiting for so long. Now, a clause from her contract and his agreement with Graham Leicester appeared in his consciousness as if from nowhere, but as if highlighted in neon lights:

"For a period of seven days prior to a scheduled duty, or as demanded by the Employer for unscheduled duties, the Employee shall restrain from any sexual activity with the partner of the Employee, and shall undertake such additional restrictions or preparation as may be specified from time to time by the Employer."

As Ian headed out of his own office towards John's adjacent room, the implications of this clause hit him. His promised and long overdue relief was now very much at risk! As he walked through the secretarial area of the office suite he shared with John, May, their shared secretary, was surprised to hear an anguished groan of frustration from her new boss as he passed her desk, and disappeared into John's office unannounced. 

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At about the same time, on the west side of Scotland's capital city, Suzanne was reaching up to ring the bell on the door of Doctor Packard's anonymous looking consulting rooms, wondering what was in store for her this time. As expected, the door was opened by Nurse Pyrford who warmly welcomed her and showed her into the same ground floor room where she had previously been examined by the young doctor. After being left alone in the room for a few nervous minutes, Doctor Packard joined Suzanne with a cheerful smile, looking tanned and dressed casually as before.

"Good morning Suzanne, thank you for being on time. How have you been since I last saw you? I imagine a lot has happened since."

Suzanne took the doctor's offered hand and they greeted each other. When Suzanne thought about his question, and all that had happened since she was last here, she blushed slightly at the thought.

"I am well thank you Doctor. And yes, a lot has happened since we last met. Please don't ask me to tell you all about it, it embarrasses me to even think about it."

Doctor Packard indicated for Suzanne to take one of the seats by his desk, taking the other one himself and sitting across from her, eyeing her intently, as if conducting a superficial examination as they spoke.

"Oh, but I must ask some questions Suzanne, if I am to look after you properly. I know some of the details, having been kept informed by Graham, but I will need to probe a little. As we agreed last time, there can be no secrets between us. Now, just like last time, I need to ask you some questions as well as conduct a physical examination, but I can do them in any order. Which would you prefer first?"

Suzanne remembered how aroused she had become when answering his previous questions, and how embarrassed she was when it came to an intimate physical examination and her arousal had been so obvious. She decided to opt for the physical examination first in the hope that she could get through that without disgracing herself with her body's natural reaction to this attractive man's intimacy with her.

"Can we do the physical examination first?" she asked, rather sheepishly, and then blushed as she realised that her eagerness might be misinterpreted.

"Of course Suzanne. Do you require Nurse Pyrford to be present?" Suzanne shook her head. "OK then, if you will just undress for me, there is a gown behind the screen over there."

Suzanne stepped behind the screen and started to undress. Unlike last time, the doctor remained in the room, busying himself at his desk as she disrobed. Once again, she struggled with the ridiculous green gown that tied loosely behind her, but still managed to leave her ass exposed between the ties. She slipped her naked feet into the white towelling slippers that were also there for her to use, and stepped nervously from behind the screen, one hand behind her in an attempt to hold the gown closed about her back.

"Excellent Suzanne. If you'll just slip up onto the couch and lie on your back we can get started." Suzanne noted that a clean and starched white sheet had been spread over the examination table at the side of the room, and she awkwardly climbed onto the couch and lay on her back as instructed. She felt totally vulnerable with her head back on the very low pillow that was at the head of the bed, and lifted her head slightly to see what was happening. Doctor Packard washed his hands quickly at the sink in the corner, and then dried them before coming over to stand at the side of her. He placed one hand on her forehead and pushed her gently back down flat.

"Just relax Suzanne, this won't take very long," and as she did as instructed, he slipped a thermometer into her mouth and then took her nearside arm and lifted her hand before sliding his right hand up to her wrist feeling for her pulse. He absent-mindedly watched the second hand sweep around the clock on the wall as he counted, before dropping her hand and reaching over to enter her pulse on the computer screen on his desk. He then removed the thermometer that still languished beneath her tongue and read it before replacing it in a little cup of disinfectant on a shelf above the bed.

Next it was blood pressure, which he did the old fashioned way, with a stethoscope, manometer and inflatable cuff and bulb pump, instead of the more common (these days) electronic devices.




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"You should really be sitting for this," he explained, "but it is just a check. Your blood pressure last time was excellent, and I'm sure that you have done nothing since to worsen your general health" he explained, as he pumped up the cuff and listened for the renewed blood flow in the brachial artery. As the pressure decreased and full blood flow resumed, he nodded in a satisfied manner before noting the readings and removing the cuff and putting his kit away.

"Very good Suzanne. Are you still working out regularly?" he inquired.

"I try to, although it isn't always easy, what with looking after Emma and my new, erm," she hesitated for only a moment, "my new duties, so to speak."

"Hmmm. I understand the difficulty, and missing the odd session isn't going to be a problem for someone of your age and general fitness. However, you really should try to work out as regularly as possible. I'm sure that Graham would prefer that you make time to keep up your regimen and remain as fit and attractive as you are now."

Suzanne blushed at the complement, and then turned her head towards the doctor as he reached over and applied gentle pressure to turn her face towards him. He lifted her eyelids and examined her eyes, asking her to look up, look down, look left and right etc. Her eyes were as clear and bright as when she had been a bright attentive schoolgirl, with no signs of blearing or damaged blood vessels. Then it was a look into both ears with an otoscope, before removing the disposable speculum and using the same instrument to ticklishly examine her nasal cavities. Finally, he asked her to open her mouth, and used a wooden tongue depressor to hold down her tongue as she made various noises on demand whilst he looked carefully at the back of her throat.

Thus far, everything had been impersonal and professional, and Suzanne had started to feel relaxed and easy about the progress of her medical examination. It therefore came as a bit of a shock when the doctor, feeling down the sides of her throat for swollen glands, gripped the top of her gown in both hands, before lifting and pulling it down, guided it over her shoulders in one practiced movement, pulling the material down far enough to expose her breasts. Suzanne's arms were now trapped against the side of her body by the gown stretching across her and trapped beneath her back. It happened so quickly that it made her gasp audibly.

"Oh I'm sorry Suzanne," he said after hearing her gasp, "Did I catch you by surprise? I need to examine your chest and your gown was in the way."

Suzanne tried to relax again, but felt decidedly uncomfortable lying on her back, her arms all but tied against her body, and exposed from the waist up. She tried to indicate that she was ok, but her pulse had quickened and her colour had risen as the doctor commenced a careful visual and tactile examination of the skin and flesh of her breasts, pulling them this way and that, and watching the changing colour tones as her skin reacted to his non-too gentle touch. After carefully feeling and palpating the breasts and nipples (which reacted to his touch appropriately enough), he reached again for his stethoscope and listened to Suzanne's chest. The manipulation of her breasts had caused a reaction in Suzanne, which Doctor Packard was quick to point out.

"I normally ask for deep breathing for this bit Suzanne, but I see you are breathing rather deeply already. Just relax, we will be finished soon."

Again, Suzanne's colour rose at his statement about her obviously excited state, and she tried desperately to calm and slow her breathing and heaving chest, with little success. The more she tried to breathe slowly, the more out of breath she felt. After listening to her chest across several points, the doctor indicated with a push that she should roll onto her side, her back towards him, and then she felt his hands untying the laces at the back of her gown. Rolling her back over to face the ceiling, he reached across her and slipped the gown from under her, releasing her arms from the tight constraint, and pulling the gown down further and helping her slip it off of her arms to leave her totally naked down to her lower midriff.

Next he felt carefully around her stomach, midriff and lower torso, feeling for swellings and checking the general muscle tone of her flat brown tummy. As his hands explored further south, past her exposed belly-button, he slipped his fingers beneath the gown and continued probing and stroking down her lower abdomen to just above where her pubic hair would have started if she hadn't been shaved bare in that area. Just when she thought he was about to continue to her pubis itself, he withdrew his hands and stepped over to the sink to wash them again and dry them carefully under the jet air hand-dryer that stood alongside. Over the roar of the dryer, he looked over his shoulder at Suzanne and spoke to her.

"Everything seems fine so far Suzanne, but I now need to do a more intimate examination and take some samples, just like last time. Are you OK to continue?"

Suzanne nodded and watched him walk back to her before carefully folding up her gown from the bottom, gradually exposing her lower legs, knees, thighs and beyond, until the gown was a useless thin strip across her midriff and she was totally exposed to the young doctor. Placing a hand beneath each knee, he encouraged her to first raise and then part her legs, her feet firmly on the flat bed of the examination table, before he stood at the end of the table and started with a careful examination of the outside of her sex and groin area.

"Would you mind sliding down to the end of the couch Suzanne?" he asked quietly, and Suzanne obliged by shuffling down, crab-like, until her feet were partially hanging over the end of the table, her ass just inches away from the edge, and her vulva open and exposed between her parted legs. Once again, Doctor Packard's fingers explored her labia majora and then spread them to allow an examination of the labia minora or inner lips. Finally, he tweaked her clitoral hood and watched the involuntary erection of the clitoral glans as it exposed her hard little button from under its hood to his observant gaze.

"Very good Suzanne," he said reassuringly, although Suzanne had no idea why she felt reassured, or what was very good. Her mind was concentrating on anything other than the sensations she was feeling as he prodded and poked at her rapidly swelling and moistening sexual organs.

She heard him fumbling in the drawer at the end of the table, and caught, out of the corner of her eye, the glint of stainless steel as he removed a vaginal speculum from its antiseptic wrapping.

"This will only take a moment Suzanne," he apologised, before starting to insert the instrument, and then to use it to dilate her vagina to facilitate a visual examination of her cervix. This was quickly completed, and whilst everything appeared normal and healthy, the doctor took the opportunity to take a cervical smear for later analysis. When he had completed this part of her examination, he lifted each foot in turn and dropped her knee so that she was lying with her legs bent over the end of the table, her feet and lower limbs dangling unsupported. He asked her to sit up and she effortlessly raised her upper body in a move reminiscent of the countless sit-ups that she had worked so hard at in her gym sessions.

Sitting naked at the end of the couch, she watched as he rapped her just below the knee-cap and saw for herself her reflexive reaction as her foot shot forwards a couple of inches with each blow. Finally, he took a short sharp stick and asked her to close her eyes and indicate when she felt something. He then poked the sharp end of the stick gently into the flesh of her toes and soles, getting a response from Suzanne on each occasion. Finally he tapped her on the shoulder to indicate that she could open her eyes and she watched as he walked away from her and as he was washing his hands once more after disposing of his used instruments in another drawer hidden in the examination table. He spoke again.

"As I say, Suzanne, everything looks fine, and as long as the tests come back Ok, you won't hear anything more from me until your regular appointment in a month or two."

Suzanne nodded gratefully and reached down to cover herself with the gown as she closed her legs and shuffled back up the examination table again. Doctor Packard returned to her side and placed his hand over hers.

"I understand that there has been no anal activity since I last saw you, is that correct?"

Suzanne was shocked to realise the extent of the young doctor's knowledge of her situation, and realised that Graham must have informed him of his ban on anyone using her anally. She further realised with a blush that the doctor must know that Graham hadn't yet taken up his privileged option to use her that way.

"That is correct," she admitted, rather shamefacedly, "There has been no such activity since I last saw you."

"Good," pronounced the doctor, "then no anal examination should be necessary. I'll just take some blood and urine samples, and you can get dressed ready for part two of the examination."

Suzanne didn't quite know whether to be relieved or not that she had come through the physical part of her examination without actually embarrassing herself, although she felt decidedly moist from the attention she had received. Blood was quickly taken from her arm, and then Suzanne was shown into an adjoining bathroom, her gown having been quickly retied to partially cover her modesty. There she took the opportunity to wipe herself dry and then struggled to pass water to provide the necessary sample, but eventually managed a sufficient dribble into the bottle, which Doctor Packard labelled as Suzanne dressed again behind the screen.

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Ian entered John's office to find his friend and colleague speaking on the telephone. John smiled and waved at him to take a seat, and Ian could do nothing except comply as he listened to John close down a business conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line. Finally, John put down the receiver and looked over towards Ian who had waited patiently.

"Welcome back Ian, I hear that you had a good trip, and that Graham was very pleased with your, and Suzanne's, contributions."

Ian smiled his thanks and agreement, but before he could speak, John continued.

"No doubt you have seen Graham's e-mail," he looked for confirmation from Ian before continuing. "Graham blind copied me, so I have seen what he said to you. It didn't say very much did it?"

Again, Ian wordlessly nodded his agreement, and again was interrupted before he could say anything.

"Graham spoke in terms of the highest praise when he called me in the early hours of this morning. He really was impressed with how things had gone. When we have more time, I hope you will tell me all about it."

This time Ian was able to get a word in edgeways.

"Of course John, it was a very interesting trip, but I really need to know about this next assignment of Suzanne's. From Graham's implied message, it sounds both urgent and important."

Now it was John's turn to nod his agreement. "Yes, it is urgent, in the sense of timing that is, but I really couldn't comment on how important it might be. I'll put it to you as quickly and simply as I can, OK?"

"Yes, yes. Go on. What is it all about?"

"OK!" continued John, "You obviously remember Suzanne's memorable evening with Tim Truman when she went down to London with Karl a few weeks ago?"

Ian remembered well Suzanne's first assignment under contract with Graham, where she had seduced one of their clients who had been threatening to use a Korean competitor supplier to equip his new factory being established in the Middle East. He wondered at the relevance of this little piece of history. He nodded for John to continue.

"Well Tim, God bless him, has decided in his wisdom that he wants to call a bidders' conference out in Dubai, to be attended by representatives of each of the competing suppliers; that means good old Ruler Electronics and WHS head-to-head yet again!"

Ian knew WHS well. WoongHongSa were a major player in the Asian markets, manufacturing and selling in Asia a range of competing products to those sold by Ruler in Europe and the Americas. The product lines of the two companies were so similar that many at Ruler believed that their own world-beating designs had been reverse-engineered and copied by WHS. Thus far, they competed against each other only rarely, each being the pre-eminent supplier in their own market regions. However, clients like Tim Truman who were investing in the Middle East, a growing market that lay slap-bang in between the traditional geographies of Ruler and WHS, were forcing the two companies to compete with each other on an increasingly regular basis.

"But what has that got to do with Suzanne?" asked Ian, who knew that Ruler's mid-east agents had been handling the local opportunity with Tim Truman's factory as it approached conclusion of the build, and commencement of the tooling and fit-out.

"Suzanne was introduced to Tim as working on the account, and with a particular interest in his new factory," John replied. "He absolutely insists that Suzanne attend the bidder's conference as part of the Ruler team. He won't take no for an answer, and I have to say that if I were in his position, having enjoyed the attentions of Suzanne as my account manager on one occasion, I would do the same thing, and insist on her involvement and professional attention at all subsequent opportunities!"

John smiled awkwardly at Ian, not entirely sure how this comment would be received, and after a moment's hesitation from Ian, he smiled too, but his smile quickly faded.

"But it's all very well bluffing someone like Tim Truman for an hour over dinner one evening in London," he began, "It's a different thing entirely to expose her to our biggest competitor for a day or two whilst bidding for a multi-million pound deal. She just isn't equipped for it."

John shook his head at his friend. "I'd say Suzanne is equipped for almost anything from what I have seen." He couldn't keep the smile off his face this time. "Besides, she will be supported throughout by our local agents, and I've been trying to make arrangements all morning for Steve to be able to go with her, to hold her hand so to speak."

Steve Cross was one of the Edinburgh-based Sales team who had previously worked for Ken Reid, the recently retired VP of Sales, and whose position on the EMT had been taken by Ian himself. Whilst Ian had replaced Ken on the EMT, he hadn't replaced him as head of sales, and there had been some concern that this important position remained vacant. The Sales team themselves had been somewhat resentful at the promotion of an Engineer (Ian) and an Accountant (John) to the EMT when there was a clear need for a sales voice at the top table.

Ian knew Steve as your typical sales executive, focussed and tenacious, glad-handing and gregarious when he wanted to be, not to be trusted as far as he could be thrown, and with a reputation as something of a ladies man. In short, Steve was everything that Ian was not, and Ian found him somewhat aggressive and arrogant, easily forgetting the fact that these were often essential attributes for those who select the hard-hitting field of sales for their careers.

"Does it have to be Steve?" he asked rather weakly, and John could immediately see what lay behind the question. John thought for a moment, trying to imagine how he would feel in Ian's position, about to send his wife off for a two-day business trip with Steve Cross. The thought made him shudder.

"Sorry Ian, but Steve is the best guy for the job. He knows all about Tim Tucker's midlands factory installation, having been involved in getting the lead and running the bid. He has history with Tim's Middle Eastern venture, having helped spec out the proposed solution, and he knows our agents in Dubai really well. There isn't anyone else we can send, and by your own admission, Suzanne can't handle this alone." He couldn't resist one more double-entendre. "We can't send Suzanne naked into the lion's den. She needs some support, and Steve is the guy to help."

Ian reluctantly had to agree to the sensibility of the suggestion.

"OK!" he conceded, "but you haven't told me when this is all going to happen. When is this so-called bidder's conference? How much time have we got to get Suzanne ready and up-to-speed?"

"Tomorrow! She's booked on the 16:30 flight tonight to Manchester," John checked a notepad on his desk, "and then picking up the 21:00 Emirates flight direct, gets her in to Dubai International at 07:05 in time to check-in to the Jumeirah Emirates Tower to take a nap and get freshened up before meeting Tim and his crew at their factory at 13:00 for the first session."

Ian took this all in and was staggered at the suddenness of it all.

"But we're just back from California. She'll be knackered."

"Sorry Ian, bosses orders. He gave me the headlines last night and I've spent all morning so far making the arrangements. I've tried to make it as comfortable as possible for her. She's in club on the Emirates flight, and she has an early check-in when she gets to the hotel, so she can get a few hours rest. Tim wants a factory tour tomorrow afternoon, followed by a dinner with both delegations. Then the next morning will be the conference proper where he expects firm and final offers. Steve and the agents are likely to be up most of tomorrow night working on our proposal. At least Suzanne can get some rest then, but she'll have to present the final proposal to Tim in the morning, so it's likely to be an early start on the second day."

Once again, Ian was horrified at the programme that was being put together for his wife, and not least because he could do nothing to help or to protect her from the demands that would be placed on her, not to mention any ideas dirty old Tim might have for calling on her extramural activities. He wondered how she would take the news, and as he was considering that thought, John continued.

"Graham has suggested that you work at home for the duration, and I suggest that you head there now so that you can brief Suzanne as soon as she gets back from her appointment. She'll need to pack, and I'll send the car to take her to the airport at about 2:30. May is even now typing up her itinerary, which I'll have sent to your e-mail addresses. The tickets and other paperwork will come with the car. Is that all OK?"

May was Ian and John's shared PA, and Ian knew that everything would be in order if she had anything to do with it. In a bit of a daze, and he felt sure with a hundred unasked questions, he nodded to John, and headed back to his own office to pick up his things and head towards home.

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Suzanne had re-dressed and was sitting demurely in front of Doctor Packard, ready and waiting to answer his questions as he typed up a few notes onto the computer on his desk. When he had finished, he turned to her and spoke in his practiced, quiet and reassuring bedside-manner best.

"OK Suzanne, we are nearly done. I have a couple of questions to ask you, but before I do so, is there anything that you think I should be aware of, is there anything worrying you, any questions that you would like to ask me?"

Suzanne thought for a moment. Other than a little jet-lag, she was feeling fine, with no obvious ill-effects from her rapidly changing life-style. She had no symptoms of any lurking medical condition, and was happy and relaxed in general. In order to say something, she asked, "Did all of the tests come back OK after my last check-up?"




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"Oh yes, everything was fine, very good in fact. You are clearly very healthy and fit, and I have no reason to believe that has changed. As I said earlier, no news is good news. I'll only need to speak to you or see you again if any of the tests indicate a potential problem. I expect that you won't hear from me again until your next regular appointment."

As he was speaking, Suzanne remembered the events of her previous appointment, when after the medical she had been taken upstairs to a photographic studio, where she had been asked to pose in various slightly risqué settings whilst the doctor had taken pictures of her. When she had recounted the events of her day to her husband Ian that evening, neither of them had been able to work out what had been going on. She had barely thought about it since, but when she did, she had rationalised that the young doctor had probably been taking advantage of the situation to satisfy some personal and private kink or fetish; to photograph attractive women in slightly revealing poses. She decided to try to embarrass the young man into some sort of admission with a follow-up question.

"Last time," she began, "you took some pictures of me, but without any explanation as to why? What was that all about?"

If she expected embarrassment and apology from the doctor, what she got took her completely by surprise.

"Oh, that was on Mr Leicester's orders," he replied nonchalantly, and not at all nonplussed. "My client, knowing my interest in photography, asked me to prepare some fairly unusual, what shall we call them? -- business cards for him - or for you I should probably say."

Suzanne was confused, and the doctor could see the confusion writ large on her face. He continued.

"What I mean is," and he fumbled in a desk drawer, retrieving a small, business card sized piece of card which he handed to Suzanne, "he asked me to have these produced and decorated with a picture of my choice."

Suzanne examined the card which was printed in full colour on heavy and expensive feeling card. She was initially surprised to see a photograph of herself on the left of the card when viewed in landscape. She was sitting alongside a desk, her legs crossed and with her skirt hem high enough that a fair proportion of her thigh was visible. Her white blouse was unbuttoned far enough to show a decent amount of cleavage, and she was smiling attractively at the camera, her hair in a neat pony-tail. The overall effect was that of an attractive and sexy business-woman. It was a good photograph of her, and one that she would have liked to have in a frame, but which was probably too risqué to have on public display at home. Printed alongside the photograph was her name, e-mail address and personal mobile number. She was confused.

Turning the card over absent-mindedly, she noticed more printing on the back of the card. She read the small print with mounting concern.

"The bearer of this card is entitled to contact Suzanne by any of the means indicated on the obverse, and to demand any of those specialist services which may have been advised to the bearer by Suzanne's Owner as being available from her, at a time and place as agreed with Suzanne's Owner.

When presenting this card for fulfilment of the demanded services, the bearer shall act with the full authority of Suzanne's Owner, within the constraints previously set by said Owner and communicated to the bearer. This card, and the privileges it bestows, is not transferable."

Suzanne looked up at the doctor even more confused than she had been previously.

"But what does it mean? I don't understand."

The doctor took back the card from her hand. "Maybe I shouldn't have shown this to you. I delivered the rest of them to Mr Leicester, and thought that he might have mentioned them to you. Obviously he hasn't."

Suzanne nodded, then shook her head, still confused.

"As far as I know, he plans to hand these to people from time-to-time, when he wants you to, erm, favour them I suppose. I really don't know. This one was just a print proofing sample that I inadvertently kept. As I say, Mr Leicester has the rest of them."

Suzanne was flabbergasted. This was a complete surprise, and the implications of the cards quickly formed into thoughts in her active imagination. Some stranger could potentially call her demanding "her services" and if he had a card, she would be powerless to resist his demands. It was more "remote-control" by her Master, the ingenious Mr Graham Leicester, and the thought took her breath away.

Doctor Packard replaced the card carefully in his desk drawer and turned back to her.

"Well Suzanne, are you ready for my questions now?"

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Ian got home to an empty house at 12:00. Emma was due to be picked up from play-school at 12:30 and he knew that Suzanne would be doing that and bringing her straight home. He quickly discounted the idea of meeting her there; he couldn't face giving her the urgent news in front of all those other mothers and children. He quickly checked his e-mail and saw and checked Suzanne's itinerary, before printing out a copy. Then he climbed the stairs and pulled out the just emptied suitcases from their American trip. He figured that the best thing he could do was to help Suzanne get a start on her packing before the car arrived to whisk her away en route for the airport, Manchester and Dubai.

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Doctor Packard had asked a load of questions about her general health, her diet, her drinking and other mundane stuff, and Suzanne thought that the interview was coming to its natural end. She looked at her watch. She still had 25 minutes before Emma was due to be picked up from play-school and she was a comfortable 10 minute drive away from the nursery. She had started to relax when Doctor Packard asked his final question.

"That's just about it Suzanne. I just need to confirm some basic details about your sexual activity since we last met, for my records you understand. If my information is correct, you have "played" with a total of 6 different partners since the last time I saw you, to different extents, is that correct? Does that tally?"

Suzanne was shocked out of her lethargy. The doctor was keeping records of all of her sexual activity? Graham was informing him about all of her partners? She was once again surprised by the extent of his knowledge.

"Errm, I guess so," she stammered, and then something made her think again. "Let me just check."

She mentally tallied up all that had happened to her. There had been Ian obviously, multiple times, John and Graham either full or partial, then Tim Truman, and most recently Otis and Cordell, ooh, and what about that tramp in the alley. Oh yes, and then there had been the stranger on the plane. That made eight didn't it? Two more than Doctor Packard was referring to. But hang on, she remembered, she hadn't "played" with John since before the last time she saw the doctor, which had been the day after she had met the EMT at Graham's house, when she had stayed behind to "play" as Doctor Packard euphemistically referred to her shenanigans.

She subtracted John from the total.

"I think it is seven," she admitted cautiously, and then remembered that Graham, and therefore the doctor, couldn't possibly know about the stranger on the plane back from LA.

"Let's go through them to make sure," continued the doctor, sounding a little perplexed. "As far as I am concerned, and since you were here last time, it comes down to Ian, Graham, your client in London, the two customers in Phoenix and I understand there was one lucky stranger, also in Phoenix. That makes six, surely?"

Suzanne sheepishly agreed that was correct.

"But there was one other," she admitted. "You said no secrets, so I had better also tell you about another "lucky stranger" as you call it. This time on the plane home. It has been a total of seven." The doctor turned to look at her quizzically. 

"But Suzanne, you know very well that you aren't at liberty to extend your favours like that. What is it that your contract says?"

There was a pause of a few heart-stopping seconds as Doctor Packard again rummaged through his drawer, this time retrieving a few pages of A4 stapled together, which Suzanne immediately recognised as a copy of her contract. Good grief, she thought, there really are no secrets.

The doctor scanned through the contract.

"Ah, yes, I thought so. Here it is." He read from the second page of the contract that Suzanne had signed. "The Employee will work part time, but shall apply full attention, and full energies to the duties of the position as required by the Employer, and, during this employment, will not engage in any other extra-marital activity, save for that sanctioned, approved or directed by the Employer, regardless of whether such activity is pursued for profit, gain, or other pecuniary or personal advantage".

He looked up from the page.

"Did you have such sanction, approval or direction Suzanne?" His voice, normally so calm and quiet and reassuring had turned sombre and serious and grave.

Suzanne admitted that she had not. She started to realise that she had made a serious error. By inviting the stranger on the plane, in the heat of her passion, to join her in the bathroom, she had broken the terms of her contract with Graham Leicester. It had never even occurred to her at the time, but the doctor had brought her attention to it. By her own admission, she realised, she was in serious trouble. Suddenly, her "game" as she internally referred to it had become something more. The doctor saw the concerned look on her face.

"I'm sorry Suzanne, but I will have no alternative but to report this transgression to Mr Leicester at the earliest opportunity. In this case, he is my client rather than you, and I owe my duty to him to inform him of this."

Suzanne nodded, her head lowered in shame. She had let herself down by not thinking. More importantly she had let Graham Leicester down. She wondered what the consequences might be. She was shocked at this sudden turn of events, and it was a very subdued Suzanne that left the surgery and climbed into her car to head off and pick up her daughter. She had no inkling of the further shock that was about to be revealed to her when she arrived home less than 30 minutes later.

To be continued...



The EMT Ch. 18



OK! I am back, and so is Suzanne. Sorry it has taken so long. No excuse, other than busy with other things. I hope this has been worth the wait for those of you that have kept the faith.

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It was less than 24 hours later (sorry dear reader, I know it has been somewhat longer for you!), and Suzanne was on another continent, alone in her comfortable hotel room in the Jumeirah Emirates Tower, her head still spinning from the events of the last few hours. She had barely gotten used to the awareness of her contractual transgression and concern over its possible repercussions when Ian had broken the news to her of her imminent business trip. 

When she had arrived home with Emma and found Ian unexpectedly at home and packing a bag, her first thought had been that he had been called away on an urgent business trip. When she had seen that he was packing some of her things, her confusion had risen. And then her confusion had changed to concern when her husband had mysteriously refused to answer her questions until Emma had been quickly settled in her play room with her still new and fascinating Mojave Native American doll as company. 

Once Ian and Suzanne were safely alone, he had broken the news to her about Tim Truman's hastily called bidders' conference and her need to travel immediately to Dubai. Since then, she had been on auto-pilot, as had been the Emirates A380 Airbus that had whisked her away from home and family, heading for who knew what in Dubai.

Most of her flight had been taken up with studying the briefing pack that had been hurriedly put together for her by John and Steve Cross, the latter of whom had joined her at Manchester, and who was even now meeting with the company's mid-eastern agents in the business centre of the luxury hotel a few floors below. Suzanne had a few short hours to try to get some rest before being woken to get ready for the factory tour with Tim Truman, and her first meeting with her rivals, WoongHongSa.

She stood at the floor to ceiling window of her 46th floor Club Premier room and gazed across the unfamiliar skyline of the city spread out before her. The sun had risen over the horizon at about 06:30, only half an hour before they had landed, and it was now just after 08:30. The city was starting to come to life, in particular the business district which was closest to her, and she could see the traffic starting to build and commuters hurrying along the sidewalks, scampering to their air-conditioned offices before the ambient temperature rose to its customary and uncomfortable level.

For the first time since her adventure had begun, Suzanne felt alone and concerned. She had been whisked away from her husband and partner with whom she had been sharing this amazing journey. She had been wrenched away from her daughter, again, at very short notice and immediately after her previous absence. For the first time she felt totally alone. Steve Cross had flown with her, but he wasn't aware of the details of her contract with Graham Leicester, and unlike Karl Solomon with whom she had travelled to London for her first adventure, Steve Cross knew nothing about her real role or function. He knew her only as Graham's new assistant and Ian's wife, and he resented her presence at what was an important sales meeting, something he considered to be his own domain.

It had been perfectly apparent to Suzanne on the flight that Steve had at once been appreciative of her feminine beauty, but at the same time had been suspicious and resentful of her involvement. He had worked hard to prepare her on the technical aspects of the bid to equip Tim Truman's new factory, and he had clearly been distracted by her attractive appearance, but his reserve and suspicion had been equally apparent in the questions he asked of her. Now he was downstairs in the business centre, meeting with their local agents in preparation for this afternoon's important meetings.

Suzanne was also conscious of a nagging worry about her contractual transgression, which had so pointedly been brought to her attention at the end of her second medical examination by Doctor Packard. There had been no time before her departure for any sort of briefing or conversation with Graham, who had been arriving back in Edinburgh just as she was being taken away to start her trip to Dubai. Consequently, she had had no opportunity to gauge Graham's reaction to the news that she was sure he would by now have received from the doctor. She had been badly affected by being forced to face up to the fact that she had done something both wrong and forbidden when she had, in the passion of the moment, invited the stranger to use her on the plane back from the USA. In the back of her mind she blamed herself and her husband for allowing her to get so carried away, forgetting her contract with Graham. She had used the stranger on the plane as a means to tease and frustrate her loving husband and hadn't for one moment considered Graham or her contract with him.

As she gazed across the skyline, tired and emotional from the events of the last 24 hours, she wondered again what the consequences of her misdemeanour might be. Yesterday morning she had been happy and carefree, at home with her husband and daughter, looking forwards to a potentially exciting day followed by an intimate evening to be shared with Ian. Now she felt she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, she was alone and tired in a strange city, facing an unknown challenge, and with the threat of Graham's displeasure and disappointment at her contractual breach hanging over her like a sword of Damocles. Suzanne recognised that she would be far more affected by Graham's disappointment in her than she would be by any physical punishment he may choose to bestow. In a short time she had come to seek his pleasure and approval above all things, even above her own comfort.

A clause from her contract came to her mind. "... the Employer shall be entitled to discipline the Employee in any manner the Employer so desires, without limitation, including any degree of physical punishment or restraint deemed appropriate in the sole judgement of the Employer".

Suzanne felt certain that she could bear whatever physical punishment Graham might decide was appropriate, but she feared his displeasure, and particularly his disappointment, much more.

For the first time, Suzanne began to think that it might have been a mistake to enter into such a contract. Doubt sprang into her mind, and she began to question what she, or more properly what she and Ian, were doing. With a sigh, she pressed the button which closed the curtains, blocking out the view before her and darkening the room. As she turned away from the window and stepped towards the large bed, her hands already reaching for the buttons on the blouse she had worn for the trip, the phone rang shrilly at the side of the bed, shocking her from her sad and lonely reverie.

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"Suzanne, how was your flight?" Graham's voice was its usual, quietly authoritative self, and there was no hint in his question that told her whether or not he was even aware of her infraction. She breathed a sigh of relief; she physically felt the tension that had been mounting inside her subside with the sound of this most mundane of enquiries, from a person and connection that was far from mundane. Whilst her head knew that she would be called to account at some point (she was convinced of the inevitability of that reality), she thought that for the time being at least, she was safe; she could worry about her failure again at some future time.

"Mr Leicester, Sir, thank you for calling. We arrived at the hotel a short time ago, and I was just going to get a couple of hours rest. The flight was fine, but Steve Cross kept me very busy rehearsing our bid and the technical proposal."

"I'm sure you are well prepared Suzanne. Steve is very professional, and despite any misgivings he may have about your role, he is a team player and he'll make sure that you are as ready as you can be for this afternoon's meetings. Don't forget that he has a significant investment in this proposal, and his commission and target earnings are dependent on a successful outcome."

Suzanne recognised the truth about what Graham was saying. She had clearly felt Steve's resentment regarding her involvement at this late stage, but she also recognised that he had put that behind him to do his very best to get her ready to meet what had been, up until now, his own client and most important prospect.

"Steve was very thorough Mr Leicester, although I did get the distinct impression that he isn't my greatest fan."

Graham laughed at her under-statement. "Don't you worry about that Suzanne! Close this deal for him and you'll find that his opinion, and his attitude, will quickly change. Like all salesmen, Steve is motivated mostly by money, and if he finds that you can help him close the deal, you'll be his best friend yet."

Suzanne sat on the edge of the bed, the phone resting between her ear and her shoulder, and she continued to unbutton her blouse and shrug it off as she listened to Graham speaking to her from several thousand miles away.

"You are going to be meeting Tim in a few hours; he'll want to show you around the site himself. Don't forget that from the first moment you meet him, you will be under the constant watch of our Korean friends. You are representing our company Suzanne. You must be constantly alert. Whilst you have my full authority to do whatever is necessary to win us the business, you must do it in an entirely professional manner, at least in public. As far as the competition is concerned, your behaviour is to be impeccable, with no hint that any special relationship exists between you and Tim. Do I make myself clear?"

As Graham had been talking, Suzanne had slipped out of the rest of her clothes and slid naked into the crispy white bed. Now she held the phone again to her ear and responded as she knew she must.

"Yes Sir! I understand."

Being naked and swaddled in the immaculately made and welcoming bed, feeling the crisply starched and yet luxuriantly gentle bed linen caress her skin, and responding to Graham Leicester as she had been taught, all combined to cause a rush of submissive pleasure to course through her body, and the first flush of sexual excitement warmed her centre, replacing the morbid thoughts that had possessed her only a few short minutes ago. As she settled back into the deep pillows holding the phone to the side of her head with one hand, she found her other hand sliding sensually beneath the thick duvet and across her naked torso, stopping briefly to tweak at an erecting nipple, before sliding further down across her taut, flat stomach and between her legs. She was surprised to feel that she was already moist as one of her fingers found its way between the lips of her sex, and as her palm pressed on the short, trimmed hair on her pubis.

"We have little intelligence about who is attending from WHS," continued Graham, apparently unaware that he was talking to a naked and rapidly warming woman at the other end of the line. "It will be important for you to collect as much information as you can about their delegation, giving as little information as you can get away with in return."

"Of course, Sir!" Suzanne recognised that she was responding, unbidden, to Graham's quiet instructions, and that whilst strictly unnecessary, her verbalised response was uttered sub-consciously, re-enforcing the submission that she was feeling and enjoying. As she spoke compliantly to her Master and owner, she squeezed her thighs together, increasing the pressure of her fingers, amazed at how wet and ready he could make her, even from afar, and whilst talking nothing but business.

"Suzanne, this is a real test for you. You need to balance professionalism and decorum with your most seductive powers to ensure that our company wins this contract. It is imperative that you succeed. I cannot begin to explain how disappointed I shall be personally if you fail."

She found the pressure that Graham was placing on her to be like an aphrodisiac. His words excited her like nothing had before; reinforcing her submission to him, enhancing his dominance and mastery over her. She felt the need to submit to him like a physical craving that tightened and puckered her nipples and made her arch her back as she listened.

"I'll do everything I can Sir," she breathed into the phone. She wished he were present so that she could demonstrate in person her eagerness to please him. One part of her mind wondered at this compliant and yielding surrender that she seemed to need to demonstrate; the rest of her revelled in it, wanting more. The tips of two fingers had hooked into her wet opening, the bud of her clitoris squeezed between them, pressure mounting on her mons veneris, squeezing the soft yielding flesh between the underside of her curling fingers and her pubic bone. Still Graham continued, apparently completely unconscious of the effect he was having on her.

"I trust that you will Suzanne; I have every faith in you and know that you won't let us down."

The trust he was demonstrating in her washed over her. She felt a strange gratitude for it, and an image crossed her mind. She remembered a faithful dog she had once owned that had wanted nothing better than to please her, and would sit at her feet, doughy-eyed, just waiting for her to give him an instruction or throw a ball for him to scamper after. She imagined that she felt a little like that faithful pet, eager to please and totally submissive to her own Master as the dog, in turn had been to her.

Graham continued.

"Get this done Suzanne, whatever it takes, and I will find an appropriate way to reward you. Just don't fail me again!"

Suzanne's eyes flew open with a jolt and she snatched her hand away from her soft wet centre. Her mind processed his words. There could be no doubt; he was aware of her transgression and he had just made her aware that he knew. There was a pregnant pause as Suzanne wondered how to react, what to say. A terrible dread and feeling of guilt washed over her, and she flushed bright red. She was speechless and embarrassed, as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Several times she started as if to say something, and several times she stopped herself. Graham let the silent seconds drag on, imagining her reaction, letting the suspense escalate. Finally, he broke his silence.

"Yes Suzanne, I am aware of your breeching our contract terms. I haven't yet decided what to do about it, but I want you to put it out of your mind for now. You have important matters at hand, and you must not be distracted."

The rebellious part of Suzanne's mind thought that she had been doing a pretty good job of forgetting about her guilty secret until Graham himself had reminded her of it. The submissive part of her mind couldn't resist acknowledging her guilt, and she found herself saying, "I'm very sorry about that Mr Leicester. It was an oversight, a momentary lapse, a mistake. I promise never to let anything similar happen again Sir."

Graham quietened her down and made her promise to put it behind her until after her return from Dubai. When he was satisfied with her demeanour, he wished her good bye and good luck, and ended the call.

Suzanne replaced the receiver and settled back into the crisp white pillows, her mind unsettled and unsure. She had been through so many conflicting emotions in so short a period of time that she felt exhausted. All thoughts of continuing with her erotic self-exploration were gone, and as she tried to make sense of her feelings and come to terms with what was required of her, her eyes closed and she drifted off into a troubled and restless sleep.

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The factory tour proved non-eventful. Suzanne had woken from her restless sleep before the alarm call she had ordered came in. By the time the call came through, she had already risen, showered and started her make-up. She had answered the alarm call from the handset in the bathroom, and then dressed carefully and professionally. Dark slacks and crisp white blouse with sensible shoes to walk around what was still a building site. No jacket; it was going to be hot.

She had met Steve Cross in the lobby and they had been collected from the hotel by Tim Truman's driver, who had whisked them to the factory site, a trip of about 35 minutes. There they had joined up with their own local agents, the representatives of WoongHongSa and with Tim himself. After a somewhat strained round of introductions, with equal levels of competitive reserve and interest from the delegates of the two competing companies towards each other, Tim had issued them all hard hats and proceeded to show them around his installation with evident pride in its scope and scale.

Tim had behaved very professionally when greeting Suzanne in front of the others, with no hint that there had been any previous relationship. Suzanne had reciprocated in kind, and watched and listened intently as the tour went on. At her side, Steve Cross had been equally attentive, making notes and snapping pictures as they toured the embryonic facility, no doubt preparing himself for the final tweaks to their design and bid which needed to be submitted the next morning.

At the end of the tour, they had convened in a portakabin meeting room at the edge of the site, and Tim had asked for final questions. Very little had been asked; primarily because neither party wished to appear stupid in front of the other, or to reveal their own bid strategy, each being inhibited by the other's presence. 

Tim had recognised their reluctance and the reason for it, and had finished by thanking them all for coming, and then inviting them all to a dinner that evening at his own hotel, the Burj-al-Arab, located on its own island, about 5 miles down the coast from where Suzanne was staying. 

In the event, the main representatives of both companies excused themselves on the basis of last minute work on their respective bids, and it was agreed that it would be a small party meeting for dinner, consisting of Tim himself, Suzanne representing Ruler Electronics, and the executive from WoongHongSa, a small, sharp and intelligent Korean man improbably named Oh Ho-Mo.

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Now it was evening, and Suzanne was making the last preparations before heading off to the Burj-al-Arab for dinner.

Again, Suzanne had dressed carefully, but from the very limited wardrobe that she and Ian had packed the day before. Sensitive to acceptable dress code in the Arab and Bedouin state, Suzanne's only real choice was a heavily brocaded bodice top or bustier in a rich mahogany red with gold applique. It had spaghetti straps and was cut short, leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. With it she wore a long wraparound skirt in the same material, with gold heels. She had put her hair up, and with the addition of completely over-the-top dangly earrings and a deep red pashmina to cover her shoulders and wrap around her midriff, the overall impression was graceful and elegant Eastern.

Taking her small clutch bag with her, she headed down to the lobby in time to meet the waiting car that had thoughtfully been arranged by Tim Truman.

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Dinner was in Tim's suite at the Burj al Arab, a magnificent apartment that lived up to the 7-star reputation of the hotel. With only three of them present, Tim had cancelled the private dining room he had anticipated using, and he, Suzanne and Oh Ho-Mo were seated intimately around the larger dining table of Tim's own suite, with hotel staff busy catering to them and meeting their every need. The food was sumptuous and western, and Suzanne found herself relaxing in the quiet and informal business ambience.




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Oh Ho-Mo had brought along, by way of a gift, a bottle of 40 year-old malt whisky, which he had insisted be placed in the centre of the table, and shared liberally amongst the three main participants before, during and after the dinner. He turned out to be a very good raconteur and an enthusiastic imbiber of the other plentiful wines and beverages on hand, a trait that Suzanne recognised as being very South Korean. Conversation over dinner was entertaining and pleasant, with ample opportunity for Suzanne to learn more about WoongHongSa through the rather boastful (and alcohol fuelled) stories being told by her dinner companion. For her own part, she was careful about what she drank, and answered questions and participated fully in the conversation, but was careful to give as little away as possible, in line with the instructions from Graham.

As during the factory tour that afternoon, Suzanne found that Tim maintained an entirely professional relationship in front of his other guest, albeit in his own rather boyish style, although Suzanne was aware of the occasional contact between them, for example when Tim held her chair for her as they sat at table. On the odd occasion that Tim turned the conversation more specifically towards business, Suzanne was able to hold her own and felt that she was giving a good performance in relation to the Korean executive, who was clearly less aware of the details of the WHS bid strategy than she was of the Ruler Electronics plans.

After dinner (and the whisky) was consumed, the two men were each clearly showing the effects of the alcohol, whilst Suzanne was relatively unaffected, thanks to her careful management of her intake throughout the meal. There was a clear impression that the two men were happy to continue drinking into the night, and luckily Tim was sensitive enough to recognise that this might not suit his female guest. 

After the table had been cleared except for the coffee, port and brandy, and after the hotel staff had discreetly withdrawn and Oh Ho-Mo had excused himself to make use of the bathroom facilities, Tim turned somewhat shame-facedly to Suzanne.

"Suzanne, please forgive me. I had hoped to spend some time with you alone this evening, but I have been somewhat shanghaied by that excellent whisky. Our Korean friend is clearly keen to continue, and if I join him, I think any plans I might have had for continuing our previous, and very enjoyable liaison would be optimistic to say the least."

Suzanne marvelled at his alcohol-induced eloquence and sensitivity, and wondered what damage she might do to the cause of her bid if she excused herself to leave the men to it. She was just working out how to ask to be excused when Tim reached over and stroked her cheek and smiled at her. His intimate little gesture disarmed her somewhat, and she smiled back at him as he continued.

"I think it would be a good idea if I let you go for tonight. Don't worry! We won't be discussing anything about the bid. It's just two men behaving badly." He giggled quickly at himself, and his hand dropped from her cheek and rested on her arm. "Although we won't be behaving as badly as I would have liked to behave!"

As if to emphasise the point, his hand moved from her arm and slid over her bosom, tweaking the nipple quickly before cupping the fullness of her breast. Afraid that their Korean friend would return suddenly and catch them "in flagrante delicto", Suzanne gently removed his hand from her breast and placed it on the table, her own hand covering his to prevent any recurrence of his indiscretion.

As he reached for his glass with his other arm, Suzanne decided that a tactical withdrawal was called for, and she squeezed his hand beneath hers conspiratorially.

"I think it would make sense if I withdrew" she agreed. "Our bid should be completed by now, and I'd like an opportunity to look through it before I deliver it in the morning."

Tim's eyes lit up as he was reminded that there would be another opportunity to see Suzanne alone, and he quickly recognised how he could arrange things such that he could continue drinking now, and still spend some quality time with Suzanne in the morning.

"The bid deadline is noon tomorrow" he confirmed, "Maybe you can bring it here yourself around ten and join me for some breakfast?" He looked hopefully into Suzanne's eyes. "That way, you could run me through the main points before the others turn theirs in."

Suzanne agreed, and Tim was already calling for a car for her as Oh Ho-Mo returned to the room, heading straight for the decanter of brandy.

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After Suzanne's car dropped her off back at the Jumeirah Emirates Tower, she went quickly to the reception desk to pick up her key, only to be handed a sealed envelope instead. When she asked again for her key, the receptionist politely referred her to the message. Somewhat confused, Suzanne sat in one of the sumptuous sofas in the lobby and quickly tore open the envelope. There was a brief typed note which she quickly scanned.

Dear Suzanne,

I have found it necessary to make some alternative arrangements and we have booked you into a new hotel. Your things have already been moved there waiting for you, and you should go there directly. The Tower will arrange a car to take you there immediately. There will be another message waiting for you on arrival.

Graham

Now Suzanne was really confused. What was going on? Why had Graham felt he had to intervene and change her hotel? Somewhat miffed, and already tired from a tense day, she returned to the reception desk and was quickly informed that her car was waiting for her at the entrance. Wearily, and full of trepidation, she found her car and was driven by a silent chauffeur through the quiet streets of Dubai, heading towards the outskirts of the city.

The car eventually pulled up outside a seedy hotel that looked like a poor version of a run-down American motel chain. At first, Suzanne thought there must be some mistake, but unable to elicit any kind of response from the still silent driver, she eventually had no choice but to leave the car and pick her way through the litter and across the pavement and head into the scruffy lobby, where a truculent youth handed her a room key without being asked, but only after ogling the expensively clothed westerner who stood confused before him.

She looked and felt totally out of place, and was becoming increasingly worried about her situation. Asking the youth if there was a note for her turned out to be pointless. He spoke no English, and simply shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the key that was now gripped in Suzanne's pretty hand. She looked at the room number on the tag, and with no alternative available to her, she turned and headed off in the direction indicated by scruffy signs as being the direction of her room.

She found the room at the end of a long, ground floor corridor, and slipped the key into the lock and stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind her and feeling for a light switch to dispel the gloom in the room. Even before she turned to examine her surroundings, she was aware of an oppressive heat in the room and a dank and unhealthy odour. With the lights on, she turned away from the door and gave a strangled cry at what she saw.

The room was small and sparse. There was a single bed, unmade, above which the naked bulb of the single light hung from a cable in the ceiling. A small chest of drawers stood beneath a window that looked out to the rear of the hotel, and various flying insects were already hitting the window as they were attracted to the light shining through it. There was a beat-up wardrobe standing crookedly in the corner of the room, its doors hanging open. There was a general sense that the room hadn't been serviced for weeks, and the dirty and rumpled sheets that were thrown roughly across the cheap bed gave the impression that someone had recently crawled out of the bed and vacated the room.

Her first thought was that she had been given the wrong key and stepped into someone else's room, but she could see, and recognised, some of her own things hanging in the wardrobe. Then she saw her own suitcase standing open on the seat of the one chair that the room possessed. Her mind was in turmoil, but her body shocked to a standstill as she took it all in, and at the comparison between this stinking hole that she was now in and the opulence she had so recently enjoyed.

She was jarred into movement by a loud thud as an unusually large insect crashed into the window, and she quickly stepped around the bed and drew the dusty curtains closed, partly to stop the light attracting them, and partly to shut out the world outside and to hide herself and her predicament from it. As she reached up and closed the drapes, she noticed a crisp white envelope on top of the chest of drawers, and she picked it up and tore it open.

It was another terse note, and a quick look at the typed signature confirmed that it was also from Graham. Suzanne pushed her case from the chair and sat down to read it.

Suzanne,

You are probably wondering at the change in your circumstances. You will stay here tonight as part of your punishment for breach of your contract. You are in a hotel that serves migrant workers in Dubai, mostly from Bangladesh and Pakistan. Whilst your accommodation is basic, I can assure you that it is temporary, and you will be safe whilst there. I have expressly demanded that the room not be serviced for your arrival. That too is a part of your punishment. 

You will sleep naked in the bed, exactly as it is. You will speak to nobody and will reflect tonight on your misdemeanour. You will remain in your room until you are collected tomorrow morning. You have access to a communal bathroom across the hall, but I suggest that you avoid using it if at all possible. In the morning you will rise no earlier than 07:00 and be packed and ready to leave by 08:00, when you will be collected.

Have a goodnight!

Graham.

The note dropped from her hand as the import of the words cut through her numbed senses. As she looked again around the awful room, a tear welled up in her eye, and her heart filled with the absolute hopelessness and despair that she felt. Nothing could have brought her guilt and terrible failing any more sharply to her consciousness than the prospect of this awful retribution masterminded by, she realised, her otherwise kind, considerate and thoughtful Master, Graham Leicester.

The room was clearly as it had been left by the previous occupant. The sheets were used and dirty, the single waste bin un-emptied. There were even cheap smelly cigarette ends lying in a dirty ashtray on the floor at the side of the bed. The rug on the floor, if it could be called a rug, was worn and threadbare, the walls scuffed and marked. There was no bathroom, no TV, no phone and the barest minimum furniture for habitation.

She looked again at the bed that she was required to sleep in, naked, and shuddered. The shaggy mattress was only half covered by the dirty sheets thrown over it, and she could see that it was old, striped and stained. The pillows at the head of the bed were still dented where the previous resident had rested his head. She shuddered in horror at the prospect before her.

Suzanne's shoulders sank and then started to shake, and her head tipped forward into her hands as tears began to fall freely from her eyes. She was desolate.

After several minutes, during which a range of emotions went through her head, including guilt and remorse, anger and self-pity, she managed to wipe her eyes with a tissue and pick up and re-read Graham's note. 

As bleak and terse as it was, it was a message from Graham, from home, and in her desperation and loneliness, it connected her to everything that she held dear. As she took some small comfort from it, she held it to her chest, as if it was some precious and valuable object.

Having managed to stop crying, and slowly asserting her own natural positivity, she began to think of her situation in a new light.

"I have brought this on myself" she pondered. "Through my own stupidity and selfishness and carelessness, I am responsible for the situation I find myself in. I let Graham down. This is his punishment. I deserve this and must endure it. I owe it to him."

She looked at her watch. It was just after midnight local time. She did a quick mental calculation.

"I am here for a little under 8 hours. In less than 8 hours I will be gone from here. Surely, I can endure this for that length of time?"

She started to think about dividing the time up. Graham had ordered her to remain naked in this awful cot until at least 7:00am. But he hadn't said what time she must crawl into it, and she began to wonder to herself how long she could reasonably delay the real start of her punishment, exposing her naked flesh to this dirty flea-pit of a bed. She realised instinctively that this was what was causing her the most concern; what she was most dreading.

She started to design ways that she could kill time before having to face 'the bed'. Her things were here, and apparently unpacked from her travelling case. She quickly stepped over to the chest of drawers and pulled open the various drawers themselves and confirmed that her make-up case was there, along with her toiletries and the jewellery that she wasn't already wearing. Her underwear was in another drawer, and most of her clothes divided between the others. The few remaining items, the ones she had seen and recognised on her original examination of the room from the door, were hanging in the bent old wardrobe whose doors were still hanging open.

She could remove her make-up, brush her hair and prepare for bed. She wondered how long she could make that last before having to face the inevitable. Then she thought of her other instructions. If she packed tonight instead of in the morning, she could delay climbing into bed even longer. At 7:00 precisely, she would be free to jump out of bed, and she could take her time to get dressed, even without a bathroom, before she was collected. She was totally focussed on minimising the time she needed to spend in this filthy bed.

Thinking about the bathroom reminded her that she had enjoyed a large meal and wine, and she realised that she wouldn't be able to follow Graham's recommendation not to find and use the communal bathroom. She couldn't wait all night. She decided to deal with that problem first,

Not wanting her feet to touch the dirty carpet, she pulled a tee-shirt from the drawer and laid it on the floor next to the bed, and then standing on that, she removed her shoes and the expensive clothes she was still wearing after her dinner with Tim. She folded them carefully and placed them neatly in the bottom of her suitcase, not wanting anything else of hers to be contaminated by the awful room she was in. She pulled the clips from her hair and let it down, and then brushed through it to remove the tangles.

She pulled another, long tee-shirt from the same drawer and pulled it over her head, so that it covered her like a simple shift dress. The rest of the shoes she had packed for the trip were in the bottom of the wardrobe, and creeping to the edge of the shirt she was using as a temporary rug, she looked to see what would be most appropriate for her to wear for her trip to the bathroom.

Her heart lifted a little when she spotted a pair of towelling slippers from her room at the Jumeirah Emirates Tower had accidentally been packed with her own things, and she grabbed for them and slipped them on, revelling in their clean coolness in the midst of this midden that was her cell for the night.

Full of resolve, she crept to the door and cracked it open, peering across the corridor. There was a door immediately opposite that was marked by a faded icon that could only be interpreted as 'bathroom'. The door was ajar, and the hallway was silent.

Fearing the worst, she grabbed a pocket packet of tissues from her toiletries, and picked up her room key, checked the hallway again, and darted across to the bathroom door. Listening carefully for signs of occupation before opening the door fully, she stepped into the room to find the most basic facilities. A small row of four sinks, some with dripping taps, lined one wall, and on the opposite wall were two toilet cubicles whose doors were open to reveal, thankfully, western type toilets and cisterns. She had half expected to find Eastern fittings which consisted of little more than a hole in the ground with foot pads either side.

Thanking her tiny blessings, she quickly darted into one of the cubicles, and then backed quickly out when she saw to state of the pan, which was filthy. The other cubicle was a little better, but not much, and there was no lock on the door nor indicator of its state of occupancy on the outside. A quick glance confirmed her original fears; there was no toilet paper available.

With no choice but to use the facilities that were available to her, she shut the door as best she could, tore open her pack of tissues and used one to wipe the seat. She then lifted her shirt and squatted over the pan, trying hard not to come into any direct contact with any part of it, and released her bladder. As soon as she had finished, and wiped herself as well as possible with the remaining tissues, she stood, and was about to flush, when she heard voices approaching.

She stilled instantly, holding her breath, and pressing her hand against the door to prevent anyone from entering.

The voices came closer. It sounded like two men speaking together in an Asian type language, the tones and cadence almost familiar to her from those times when she had passed Indian or Pakistani families in the big cosmopolitan Cities back home. It soon became clear that the men were coming into the bathroom.

She tried to quietly move her feet back from the door, so that her feet and slippers would not be seen through the gap beneath the door, but she kept her hand firmly pressing the door closed, most of her weight behind it.

The voices jabbered away, and her sense that the men were at the sinks was quickly confirmed when she heard squeaky taps being turned and water start to flow. She was still holding her breath, and forced herself to breathe slowly and quietly so that she wouldn't be discovered. After a few seconds, the chattering faded away slightly as the men were clearly getting down to their ablutions.

Suzanne was trapped in the cubicle, petrified that she would be discovered, but unable to do anything about her situation. She risked a quick peek through the crack between the door and frame, and then held her breath again at what she saw.

Immediately in front of her were two men, naked from the waist up and wearing only the traditional long wrap-around skirt that she thought was called a dhoti. They were bent over their respective sinks and washing their heads and faces with small flannels that they repeatedly wet under the running taps. The water running from their heads was falling and splashing to the floor, where it collected and ran away to the soak away drain in the centre of the room.

As she watched, one of the men stood erect and used the flannel he had just wrung out to dry the excess moisture from his face and wiry hair. Both men, Suzanne could see, were thin and lean, with knotted muscles on their arms and legs. The unwashed parts of their bodies looked like they had been painted in a striped pattern, but she soon realised that what she was seeing was the results of a day's hard labour, probably on a building site. Their skin was coated with cement and brick dust and the stripes she had seen were where the sweat of their toils had run through the dust that covered them, leaving dark tracks and trails that meandered down their bodies.




The EMT Ch. 18



The standing man now reached down and his fingers touched and played with the knot at the waist of his dhoti. Suzanne watched in awe as he untied the knot and unwrapped the skirt, to stand naked a few feet from her. As he started to fold the several meters of material that comprised the dhoti, his friend also stood, dried and stripped himself.

The first man now hung his skirt over a single hook on the wall, and the other stepped naked towards the cubicle door behind which Suzanne was hiding. At first she thought he was coming to use the toilet, but as he got near, he simply flung his dhoti over the top of the door, to leave it hanging there in the absence of any other peg to use.

Suzanne now watched as the two men continued to wash. Unable to escape, she found herself also unable to move her eye away from the slender gap, and she watched the men guiltily.

Their thin lean bodies were obviously hard from manual labour, whilst their cocks hung softly and heavily between their legs. The men were both uncircumcised, and their heavy foreskins hid the bulbous head of their penises, whilst at the same time exaggerating its girth. The contrast between slender lean body and the rather generous cock that they each had been blessed with was striking. They appeared entirely at ease in each other's naked presence and stood facing each other and chattering as they each washed themselves, again dipping the flannel under the tap and then using it to rub the dust vigorously from their dark and dirty skin. 

After washing their chests and bellies, one man handed his flannel to his friend, and turned away from him, presenting his back. The friend threw his own cloth into the sink before wetting the cloth he had been given, and stepped closer to the other man and started to wash his back for him. As he rubbed the cloth across the other's back, his body shook and his cock swayed from side to side, close to the naked arse of the guy being scrubbed.

When he was finished, they swapped positions and cloths and returned the favour. All the time, Suzanne watched this intimate little tableaux with a mixture of guilt and fascination.

Next, they retrieved their own cloths and went to work on their own middle section, washing their own bum and groin area. Suzanne's mouth opened when she saw one of the men, whilst washing his cock with the cloth, peel back his own foreskin and wash carefully both the head and under the loose sheath of skin.

As they finished their routine by bending to wash their legs, from the thighs down to their feet, Suzanne had the dubious pleasure of seeing one of the men bend away from her, his legs straight, and his puckered asshole almost winking at her as he lathed at his calves and shins. Suzanne was both embarrassed and excited at secretly witnessing such an intimate and personal scene.

Finally, they were finished, and each retrieved their own dhoti, wrapping it quickly around themselves and knotting it at the waist with expert and practiced hands. Picking up their flannels, they padded barefoot out of the bathroom, and continued chatting between them as they departed down the corridor towards a room they shared between themselves and two other men who were now working the 12 hour midnight-to-noon shift on the same building site that they had recently left.

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Suzanne took a number of deep breaths when they had departed, and turned and leant back against the cubicle door. She was flushed with both embarrassment and arousal at her voyeurism and because throughout, she had been tense at the prospect of being discovered. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax whilst saying thanks for her narrow escape.

As she stood in that cubicle, her breathing returning to normal, an unexpected thing happened to her.

She had a sudden and startling insight, an epiphany if you like. Whether it was the turmoil of emotional stress that she had gone through in the last 24 hours, or a continuation of her earlier recognition that she was being punished because she deserved to be, or whether it was somehow triggered by the scene she had just witnessed, she couldn't say. But she suddenly knew that she could not only survive Graham's punishment, but that she would welcome it. She was suddenly acutely aware that to get through this it was necessary for her to do more than suffer. It was essential for her to accept it, to desire it, to relish and savour it.

She could not have put this into words, and she had no idea where it came from, but she knew what this feeling inside her was saying to her. It was demanding that she should not only comply with, but must exceed Graham's expectations, that she must absolve her own guilt and fully recognise her own position; as an object that he controlled, as a willing slave who danced to his tune, one who could only obey and seek to please and gratify her Master.

Almost in a flash, her path was made clear to her. She exited the cubicle and headed straight back to her cell / room.

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Back in the room, Suzanne wasted no time. She locked the door and then shook the dirty sheets to cover the bed as best she could. She plumped the pillows. She stripped off her tee shirt and kicked off the slippers and stood nude at the side of the bed. Without bothering to remove the make-up she had worn all evening, she climbed naked onto the bed and lay prostrate, first on her front like a penitent nun, trying to make every part of her body contact the filthy sheets, smelling the malodorous scent of the previous occupant, her skin crawling with the alien thought of what she was doing, but her head convincing her that this was right. Graham had ordered her to do this, so she must do it. It was out of her control. It was something that she had no ability to change. If this was what Graham wanted, she would do it willingly and more.

Her cheek itched where it was in contact with the used pillow, so she forced her head further into the thin and meagre cushion. Then she turned her face, wiping it across the surface of the pillow and burying her head face down, so that her mouth and nose and eyes were in full contact with it. She could hardly breathe, but forced herself to remain in this position. She let her lips part and extended her tongue to lick and taste the soiled cloth. When she could hold her breath no longer, she reluctantly turned her head again so that her other cheek could experience the full magnitude of the contact with the pillow, and she rubbed her head against it as she took huge breaths to replace the oxygen that had been starved by her voluntary suffocation.

Still face-down, she spread her arms and legs so that she looked like she was hanging on to the bed as though she would fly off if she let go.

Her back was screaming for attention, so she rolled over onto it, re-spreading her arms and legs again and lying in a crucified position, and pressing the back of her head down so that her blonde hair would be in full contact.

The equally dirty top sheet was crumpled at her feet, and she quickly leaned forwards and pulled it up over herself, pulling it against her naked flesh in order to maximise her connection with it. And then she opened her mouth wide and pulled it over her head, breathing through the threadbare sheet and smelling its essence. She shook her head and reached over the top of the sheet to press it against her with her hands, to revel in her contact with that which she had previously dreaded.

And all the time, Graham was in her mind. It was Graham that she wanted to please with her full and abandoned obedience to his orders.

Her hands started to wander, feeling her taut stomach through the thin sheet that covered her, tucking it into her sides and smoothing it across her hips, and then wandering up her torso to caress her own breasts through the thin cloth. She was surprised to find that her nipples were erect, despite the itching and crawling that her skin was experiencing. She recognised that her actions were an act of outright submission to her Master; a surrendering of herself to Him, a personal sacrifice that she was making, and that he may never know about.

But she knew!

She opened her legs further as her hands continued to caress her tits and squeeze at her nipples. She wanted to do more. She wanted to do anything that would reinforce this quiet demonstration of her love for, and submission to, the man that now owned her. She knew that she would do everything in her power to prevent any repetition of the disappointment that she had caused him by her selfish behaviour. She was wet.

Slowly, the scent of her own sex gained prominence over the smell that had been left by the stranger, the previous occupant. She became more aware of her own arousal, and her hands slid down to between her legs, where she pressed the dirty sheet against her soaking cunt, adding her own essence and aromas to those left by the stranger.

Her fingers pressed at her lips and pinched the little nub of her clit. Images of the migrant workers filled her mind. She saw them naked again in her mind's eye, watched one of them peel back the sheath of his foreskin and rub the bulbous head of his cock with the flannel. In her imagination, the head had grown to many times its real size. Her hands slipped beneath the sheet and between her legs, her fingers pulling apart her lips, feeling the remaining wetness, the back of one hand aware of the wetness that she had left on the sheet by pressing it to herself.

Again and again, she saw the worker pulling back his loose skin, exposing the head of his cock, inches from her face. She wished he had discovered her and made her clean it with her mouth and with her tongue. She wanted to do just that. She wondered if Graham would want her to do that. If Graham wanted her to, she would do anything, anything that he demanded of her, no matter how demeaning, no matter how degrading. In this deeply submissive mind frame she wondered what might be the very worst, the very best thing that Graham could demand of her.

She saw the worker bend over in front of her, the ring of his anus exposed, and she wanted to lick it and probe it with her tongue. She wanted to be made clean his arse and bury her face between his cheeks. As she imagined doing it, as she wanted to do it, her fingers slipped inside of herself, and then out, glistening with her own juices, and she reached those fingers around behind her and let them play with her own anus.

Her moistened finger slipped past her sphincter, inserted to the first knuckle and was then joined by another. Her other hand slid down and she simultaneously rubbed at her cunt and her clit. The fingers in her arse probed deeper. As she imagined again, kneeling behind the worker as he bent over in front of her, she imagined Graham ordering her to clean his arse with her tongue. Graham standing beside them and demanding that she lean forwards, licking up his dirty crack, across his puckered ring, probing it with her tongue, her eyes turned to Graham for his approval.

Her own fingers left her arse and she brought them to her mouth, unable to stop herself from tasting the mustiness on them, and imagining it was the mustiness of the unknown Pakistani. As her fingers found her lips, and she opened them to let the fingers slip into her mouth, she could hold back no longer and her legs clamped together, the fingers at her cunt pressed and squeezed at her mound and at her clit, and her body shook with an intense orgasm. Her back arched and her legs straightened and stiffened, lifting her back from the stinking bed.

She collapsed down again, and then was shaken by several more aftershock waves of intense pleasure. As her body slowly relaxed and her hands left her mouth, and without any kind of conscious thought, she whispered "Thank you Sir!"

She closed her eyes and pictured Graham, smiling down at her with pleasure at her submission to her, and she knew that this was her destiny. She drifted off to sleep without ever losing that picture, basking in the knowledge that she had pleased her Master.

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The next morning was a blur. Suzanne had slept surprisingly well, but had woken at about 6:30 am. In compliance with Graham's instructions, she had remained in the bed until the clock had ticked its way past 07:00 and had then risen. She felt dirty but pleased that her punishment was about to end. She made an effort to tidy up yesterday's make-up that she was still wearing, and whilst she worked on that, she wondered how the bid preparation had gone overnight. She knew from her own time in Sales that bid deadlines acted in accordance with Parkinson's Law, which states that the work expands to fill the time available. No bid manager or Sales executive worth his salt would ignore the opportunity to continue to tweak and refine his bid for an important opportunity like this one, so she was confident that Steve Cross and the local agents would have spent a large portion of the night going over and over the finer points of the Ruler Electronics bid. It also crossed her mind that since Parkinson's Law is universal, the team from WoongHongSa would have been similarly employed.

She dressed simply in jeans and tee-shirt (not the one she had used as a rug the previous evening), and packed as instructed, and at 08:00 precisely there was a knock at her door. On opening it she found the same taciturn and silent driver as had delivered her here 8 hours earlier. He was no more communicative, but did reach out for her case and room keys, and he carried them silently down the corridor as Suzanne followed meekly behind. In the lobby, he threw the keys at the same youth that had checked her in and they were soon in the car and heading back to the Jumeirah Emirates Tower, where she was immediately given the keys for the same room she had used the previous day. Five minutes later she was enjoying a quick shower, and then she was sitting at her dressing table applying fresh make-up when the doorbell chimed.

She was still dressed in the shorter of the hotel bathrobes, and pulled it tight around her as Steve Cross entered the room with a large manila envelope which contained the final version of the bid. He looked her up and down, taking in the bare legs beneath the short robe before throwing the envelope on the bed and speaking to her with a slightly sarcastic tone.

"I hope you enjoyed your night!" Suzanne wondered how much he knew about her night. Was he just referring to the dinner with Tim Truman, or did he know more? Or was he being resentful, having spent most of the night working on the bid? She didn't have time to ponder before he went on, pointing at the envelope.

"The bid is in there. I'll take you through the changes as you get ready. I understand you have an appointment with Tim to hand it over at 10:00, so we'd better get a move on!"

Suzanne wondered how he knew that but had no time to consider it, so she returned to her dressing table, and Steve sat in one of the armchairs in the room and watched her carefully as she finished her make-up, and as he talked her through the bid. They finished about the same time, and Steve excused himself to allow her to dress. His closing remark was "Good luck. We'll be in the bar here when you get back. See if you can get any idea when he will make his decision. Our flights are booked for tonight, so you have plenty of time."

As soon as he had left, Suzanne stripped off her robe and stepped into a simple summer dress that the hotel had cleaned and pressed for her whilst she was showering. The dress was crisp and white, with a large blue print of a maple-leaf, and buttoned all the way down the front. In accordance with the plan she had formed immediately after her epiphany the previous night, she wore no underwear. She stepped into her court shoes, tidied her hair one last time, picked up the manila envelope and her purse, and headed for the door.

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At exactly 10:00 Suzanne rapped at the door to Tim's suite. Reception had called ahead and the door was open. She stepped in.

The suite had been immaculately tended since, and there was no sign of the drinking bout that had taken the previous evening. Except one! Tim sat at a small round table in the window, unshaven and looking decidedly worse for wear. He was wearing a more luxuriant version of the towelling dressing gown that Suzanne had worn earlier, and with a different hotel logo over his left breast. The remains of his breakfast were laid out on the table, reminding Suzanne that she hadn't yet breakfasted this morning. Never mind! She was about to fix that.

Wordlessly, Suzanne strode over to where Tim was sitting and carefully placed the manila envelope on the corner of his table, making sure that he saw it. Then she stepped up to him and bent down to kiss him, open mouthed and with her active tongue exploring his own mouth, which had fallen open in shock and surprise at her aggressive attack. He smelled and tasted of stale alcohol and fresh orange juice, and was somewhat taken aback by this assault on his weakened senses. It was a passionate, all-out kiss and lasted several seconds.

When it finished and Suzanne stood back up straight, still without a word being spoken, her hands reached up and started to undo the buttons on her dress. When they were all undone, she simply opened the front of the dress and peeled it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind her. She stood, stark naked except for her shoes, in front of Tim, her hands on her hips. Then she sank to her knees, parting his bathrobe as she went, and spreading his knees to allow her to crawl between them. His still soft and flaccid cock hung between his legs, and Suzanne immediately leant forward and took it into her mouth. With surprising speed, it started to harden.

Suzanne worked on that cock, licking its length, licking the balls beneath, rubbing its growing length across her face and repeatedly taking it into her mouth, and to the back of her mouth. Tim shuffled forwards on the chair he was sitting on to make it easier for her, and he reached out to grab at one of her tits, mauling it and pinching the nipple. She moved slightly to present it to him for easier access and between taking him in her mouth and licking at his cock, moaned a few words to him.

"Oh yes please! More of that."

He was now fully hard and she engulfed him again until the head of his cock was pressing at the opening of her throat. There were still 2 or 3 inches of shaft left that was not in her mouth. With her eyes turned up to look at him, she reached for his other hand and moved it to rest on the back of her head, signalling with her eyes what she wanted him to do.

He pressed down hard on her head and felt the head of his cock start to enter into the tight passage of her throat. She groaned with pleasure and stifled her gag complex, allowing the rest of his shaft to enter into her mouth, feeling her upper lip coming into contact with his pubic hair, and feeling the first couple of inches of his now rampant cock going down her gullet. She let him rest there and enjoy the spectacular sensation for as long as she could, before pulling away and catching her breath. While she gulped in air, and swallowed drool, she pressed his hand harder against her breast, encouraging him to further abuse her nipple. He was happy to oblige.

She took him back into her mouth and encouraged him to force himself again into her throat. It was as if she couldn't get enough of his cock, and she started to bob her head up and down in his lap, breathing through her nose in between taking him deep into her throat and preventing her breathing again for a few strokes. They soon set up a steady rhythm.

After several minutes of this mind-blowing oral treat for Tim, Suzanne pulled her head from his lap and stood before him. She then turned with her back to him, opened her legs and squatted down on his lap, guiding his cock into her. She was well lubricated and he slid in easily. Bouncing up and down on his cock, his full length sliding in and out on each stroke was not enough for her. After setting up a new rhythm, she reached behind her with both hands to find his, and pulled his hands around her and onto her tits.