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And finally, I looked down, and just about lost it altogether as I peered at my husband sucking his best friend's cock, his head bobbing wildly, almost brutally, smashing his lips against Ryan's body, fluids dripping down his chin, and Ryan's pleasure at this evident form the wild trembling of his thighs around my husband's bobbing head.

Son of a bitch, I thought... It didn't even matter which sex he was pleasuring- I simply had a husband who was absolutely phenomenal at distributing oral sex.

Suddenly, then, I snapped back to the present, orgasm coursing through my body on behalf of Ryan's own oral efforts, my muscles seizing, and my head soaring with the dripping, immaculate pleasure of climax.

And at last, it was time for the main event.

The three of us, heaving, panting, gasping for dear life, untangled ourselves with an immense degree of efforts, reorienting our bodies once more on the bed, and the arrangement, this time around, even more amazing than the last.

Daniel splayed himself wide at the head of the bed on his back, his cock springing sharp into the air, and I crawled up onto him, still worn out just a bit from that first mind-boggling orgasm, but ready, oh so ready for more. I leaned my full weight on the beautiful bastard, pinning his engorged penis up against his body, and loving the feeling of the hot, sticky thing pressing up against my stomach. I began to consume him, to kiss him wildly, grinding my pelvis up against his body in such a fashion that the intention of sex could not possibly have been mistaken.

The two men, however, had something slightly different in mind for me, and I allowed myself to be subjected to their whims quite gladly. Before I knew it, my body was being flipped complacently over on top of my husband, adjusted so that I was now lying on my back, and his strong arms wrapped around my own. It was like a set of human handcuffs, pinning me in place, and not allowing me to wriggle free no matter how hard I might have struggled. Not that I would have wanted to free myself of this oh-so-seductive arrangement, in any case...

No, I was all too happy to be imprisoned in this manner, as now Ryan was creeping his way up across the bedspread, his penetrating gaze hovering up to me, and driving me so wild that I thought I just might not survive all of this. His huge body came clambering up onto me, mounting me, and pushing my legs slightly up and apart so as to push me into just the right angle.

He pushed himself inside me, penetrating me, stretching me out, as inch by inch by agonizing inch of his immensity came sliding through the burning, floral folds of my pussy. I cried out in ecstasy, my body thrusting reflexively forward as at last he touched down inside me, but of course I was being held in place by my husband, and my limits were greatly restricted.

My head spinning, Ryan then began to plow me relentlessly, fucking me like there was no tomorrow, pounding, slamming, jackhammering my pussy, pushing and pumping and thrusting like mad. I was screaming, moaning, torrents of expletives pouring from my lips with each loud, wet smacking together of our genitals, driving me further and further up the wall as the moments slipped by, digging deeper, and deeper, smashing me to bits, and leaving me so damn frazzled that I couldn't even begin to think straight.

And then he began to pour himself into me, to release his hot load inside me, filling me up, and absolutely drenching me with his essence. And I came, harder than ever, sandwiched between the two men and reeling with delight, my body quaking, fighting against my husband's resistance and the force of Ryan's love, and the scene unlike anything I could have ever imagined as the last drops of pleasure were exhausted from my body.

And God, what a night...

The two men took turns having sex with me through the remainder of the evening, pushing me time and time again past my own limits, and leaving me so dizzy with pleasure that I didn't know which way was up. We honestly sort of forgot about the dinner we'd been planning, but from the way this first evening had gone together, we thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that the three of us would be meeting again often enough in the future that we could probably stick a dinner in there somewhere.

And that became particularly true when, a few weeks later, I discovered that I happened to be pregnant, and it looked as though the three of our lives were about to become more entwined than ever before.

*****

THE END

Chapter 1

Madison Amor was a beautiful woman with high aspirations.  She had recently graduated, top of her class, with an MBA in business management and financing.  She loved the world of business and she dreamed of one day being a successful businesswoman.  However, she was also a realist and realized that fighting for top positions right out of college would be a waste of time, especially in today’s male-dominated society.  She had decided that her best move would be to climb the social ladder until she reached the top.  Some experiences with drudge work would be good for her anyway. 

With this thought in mind, Madison was dedicated to finding secretarial positions in start-up companies.  She realized the potential a secretary had for pulling strings.  They could get close to owners and eventually force their way into business dynamics, sometimes through skill alone, sometimes by flashing some cleavage.  Either method would work for Madison.

She also realized that a start-up company would leave her with a bigger opportunity to find herself a well-paying niche, maybe even a partnership. With her degrees, she had no doubt that someone would recognize her level of expertise and value her as much or more than just some secretary. 

Madison, as a resident of Maine, decided to start her search there.  Eventually, by scourging various newspapers she found Woodman and Hardwood Company.  The description of the company, through online research, said that they were a newly formed company, specializing in the manufacture of hardwood floors.  Madison smiled, looking at her computer screen. 

They were perfect.  Maine, famous for its lumber industry, would theoretically be the perfect location for a hardwood company.  Madison jumped at the opportunity, sending in her application, as well as a very impressive resume.

Then she waited.  Madison hoped for a quick response time because for some reason she had her heart set on this company.  In the meantime, however, she did the practical thing and continued her search as her mind lingered on Woodman and Hardwood.

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To Madison’s surprise, Woodman and Hardwood had an impressive return time.  Two days after sending in her application, Madison received a letter from them.  She opened it with bated breath, only to find a piece of paper, empty except for a local number printed on it, along with the words, “Please call us.”  Madison was confused.  Nonetheless, she didn’t see any other option.  She called the number.  It rang for a while.  She was about to hang up and try again when someone finally answered the phone. 

Madison was surprised by the voice on the other end of the phone, “Hello!  You must be Ms. Amor!  May I call you Madison?  Great! We are glad you called us, Madison!  Here at Woodman and Hardwood, we appreciate all of the applications we receive.  When we looked at your application, we were sincerely impressed.  You are quite an accomplished young lady.”  The woman, sounding like an old woman with a history of smoking, from the scratchy, hoarse voice that chimed out, took a break now.  Madison could hear her labored breathing through the line as if winded. 

Madison didn’t know whether to respond or stay quiet.  She was usually so quick on her feet, as any good business person should be, but for some reason, this whole situation had thrown her off her game.  Madison took a deep breath, refocusing herself.  She had to get back into the game. 

“Uh… thank you.  May I ask who I am speaking with?” 

Madison’s head was finally cleared as she got back into a business mindset. She had to make a good impression with this company if she ever wanted to work for them, and that meant not sounding like an idiot over the phone.

“Of course!  My name’s Katherine!  I am the temporary secretary for Woodman and Hardwood.  You, my young Miss Madison would be taking on my responsibilities, as well as a few others, if you decide to join our team.”

Madison’s heart raced. 
Did this mean they were interested in her after all?
 
Would it really be this easy to get a job? 
Madison smirked, gaining confidence in herself. “And what would these responsibilities entail?”  Madison asked seriously, displaying a sense of curiosity and interest in the company, a basic trick for any business transaction. 
Always act interested, even if you aren’t
.  By the end of the phone conversation, Madison had an interview set up with the co-founders of the company: Lance Hardwood and Sebastian Woodman.  Madison grinned at how appropriate their names were for the business they owned. 

Madison was feeling confident now, as she thought about her future.  Hanging up, she immediately started to plan for her interview, knowing she only had one shot to impress the company.

Chapter 2

The day of the interview finally arrived.  Madison was a little nervous but still confident in her abilities to impress the two gentlemen she was about to meet today.  After a little research on the co-founders, Madison didn’t get as much information as she wanted, but she did, however, get some personal information and profile pictures. 

Madison was surprised to find that they were amazingly attractive.  At least if the interview failed she would have the pleasure of being in the same room with two attractive men.  Maybe if she didn’t get a job she would still have a chance at convincing them to go on a date with her. 

Madison looked at herself in the mirror now.  She had decided to go with a gray pencil skirt, a white blouse, and a matching gray blazer.  She put on her glasses, which were black rimmed and capable of giving her that sexy but sophisticated look almost instantly.

She looked down at the black pumps on her feet before tying her long brown hair, which usually went down to her waist, into her signature tight bun.  She knew that women with short hair often had a far greater success rate in the business world, but Madison liked her hair far too much to ever get rid of it.  So Madison had compromised with the tight bun. 

Looking at herself, she was satisfied.  She looked both professional and sexy.  She was conservative, but there was no denying the pair of legs she was showing off with her just above the knee skirt.  There was also no denying her makeup that was not only flawless but which also brought out her smoldering brown eyes.  It seemed like Madison could write a business proposal one minute, and then hike up her skirt and fuck someone senseless the next.

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Madison arrived fifteen minutes early to her interview.  It was always better to arrive early rather than arrive late.  She looked at the ten story building in front of her.  Did this entire building belong to Woodman and Hardwood? How could one small start-up company have the money needed to buy such a building?

Either they had a lot of funding, or they were horrible with their finances.  Either way, it was a win-win situation for Madison.  She would either benefit from their copious funding or she would show them how to manage their finances, demonstrating her knowledge for business management, in which case they would see her as more than just a secretary.

With a smile on her red-painted lips, Madison entered the building before pressing the elevator button.  As she got into the elevator and looked around, a tad bit bored as the elevator slowly made its trek up to the tenth floor.  Madison could feel her heartbeat quicken as she got closer and closer to the top of the building, where her career would be decided for her by two handsome men.

Madison bit her lip right before the elevator dinged, indicating that she had reached her destination.  She smiled before putting on a confident look.  After taking a deep breath she stepped out of the elevator, her high heels clicking against the floor, announcing her presence. 

Madison looked up, spotting an old woman sitting behind a large glass desk.  Madison assumed that this was the woman she had spoken to on the phone: Katherine.  With a confident stance, Madison walked up to the woman before smiling.  “Hello.  My name is Madison Amor and I am here for an interview, at three, with Mr. Hardwood and Mr. Woodman.”  The woman looked at Madison, her eyes traveling down her young body. 

Madison tried not to blush, but it was obvious that the woman was looking at her body in a not so appropriate way.  The woman grinned before saying, “Well aren’t you a cute one!  The boys will love you!” Madison furrowed her brow, wondering what that meant.  She looked at the woman, trying to compose her facial features.  She couldn’t afford to look uncomfortable or it might reflect negatively on her.  They could use it as a premise to deny her the position. 

The woman continued to look at Madison before finally saying, “You are early, however, so please take a seat in the waiting room.  The boys will be with you as soon as they are available.”  Madison gave the woman a curt nod before sitting down in one of the comfortable leather sofas in the waiting room.  She spotted a water dispenser and decided to get herself a drink.  Maybe water would calm the nerves that had suddenly bubbled up inside of her. 

Madison tiled her head back and was about take a sip from her cup of water when the old woman came up behind her suddenly.  “The boys will see you now!”  This startled Madison greatly, causing her to spill most of her drink onto her chest.  Of course, since her blouse was white, it became transparent, showing off the lacy pink bra Madison had decided to wear under her blouse. 

It was a light pink, so it hadn’t been noticeable while her shirt was dry, but now that it was wet and clinging to her, it didn’t leave anything to the imagination.  Madison groaned, trying to adjust her blazer, buttoning it up, in hopes to cover the wet spot growing on her chest.  The blazer did manage to cover most of it, but not all of it. 
Great, what a way to start.

The old woman didn’t seem to notice the wet spot at all, however. 
Maybe it’s not that noticeable.
 

“Please come with me!”  Madison didn’t have any other option and so followed the woman.  She led Madison through a door that had “Woodman and Hardwood” printed on it.  Madison did her best to appear confident.  She knew she was about to enter her soon to be bosses’ office – that is, if they hired her.  However, with her soiled blouse, would they even consider her?  It was possible they could view her as nothing more than a sloppy woman, incapable of even drinking water. 

Madison tried to shake these doubts from her mind as she followed the old woman.  Soon enough she was in a luxurious looking office.  Inside she quickly spotted Lance and Sebastian.  They were even sexier in person!  She could tell, even though they wore well-tailored suits that they both had well chiseled, god-like bodies.  Madison had to do everything in her power not to stare at the two men.  She could almost feel herself drool.

The men, however, had no shame in staring at Madison.  She was quite the little lady.  She looked very professional in her business attire, but at the same time, very sexy.  Lance took one look at her and knew that all he wanted to do was fuck her,
hard
.  He wanted to take her right then and there, bend her over and make her scream his name.  In the end, he would get his wish, but he needed to hire her first.

Sebastian was also flirting with the idea of fucking her.  He would have preferred to pin her to the wall while holding her arms above her head as he kissed her neck and breasts all while fingering her with his free hand.  He would keep at it until she begged him to fuck her.  He loved to make girls beg, it was one of his biggest turn-ons. Then, when he had finally fucked her, he would pull that long hair of hers, trapped in that tight bun, giving her the time of her life. 

Sebastian took a moment to come out of his trance before stepping forward, the first one to make a move, as always.  Sebastian was the charmer of the two men, and so he was the one who did all the talking. “Ah, Miss Amor, is it okay if I call you Madison?” 

Madison nodded, looking at Sebastian.  He had a golden smile painted on his flawless face.  If Madison wasn’t trying to impress these two gentlemen, she would have swooned at the sight of that perfect smile.  She looked at him now, a slight blush decorating her cheeks.  Sebastian’s smile widened as he noticed the faint glow.  Somehow his smile got even brighter.

“Fantastic!  Please sit down!”  With this, he gave Lance a look.  Lance nodded in acknowledgment, before moving toward Madison with a long and powerful stride.  He placed one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, dangerously close to her ass.  He then pulled her dominantly toward one of the chairs.  Madison felt like she had no other choice but to follow their instruction. 

Lance then pushed her down into a sitting position on a nearby chair.  He kept his hands on her shoulders, pressed down slightly, in an almost forceful manner.  Madison hadn’t expected this.  Of course, she expected to meet ruthless businessmen but she didn’t expect them to be this forceful with her. 

As Madison sat before them, the men stood standing, making her feel insignificant as they towered over her.  She looked up at them, trying to look confident.  Her legs were closed together and her hands were on her knees, but this only managed to attract attention to her bare legs.  But where else was Madison supposed to put her hands?  If she put them anywhere else, they would have noticed her wet blouse. 

To her horror, as she looked up, Sebastian was already looking at her shirt, a smirk on his lips as he noticed the pink bra.  “What a cute little bra you have on,” he commented.  Madison couldn’t help it as her cheeks turned crimson.  This wasn’t appropriate at all.  Sebastian chuckled. 

“My apologies, I’m a man before I’m a businessman.  Let’s get back on track.  You want to work for us as secretary, correct?” 

Madison nodded, before explaining some of her credentials to the men.  She kept her eyes fixed on Sebastian since he was the one doing all the talking.  She could hardly focus on what he was saying, however.  She was too interested by his long black hair and flawless skin, milky and beautiful.  Madison had to do everything she could not to zone out and get lost in her own personal fantasies. 

Madison wondered why Lance didn’t talk. Eventually she assumed that Sebastian was the larger shareholder in the company and thus had the greatest interest in its success. 

Before she knew it, the interview was over and she had gotten the job.  Sebastian had been flirtatious the whole time, constantly bringing up her beauty and other small comments that Madison considered inappropriate for an interview.  In the end, however, despite all this, Madison took the job.  She left the room, with Lance guiding her, a smile on his face.  Madison could have sworn that Lance grabbed her ass as he led her out of the room.  He didn’t talk, but he was very touchy feely.