She shifted from side to side in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection. She couldn’t believe she had to go to yet another meeting with her husband. If he hadn’t gotten promoted yet, even after so many years with the company, she couldn’t imagine why he would now. And yet, he seemed to carry her around like she was his arm candy, showing off his score and telling his two bosses he somehow deserved this raise.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t supportive of him, no. She did want him to succeed, mostly because he was the breadwinner, and she would finally be able to buy the purse she’d been begging for for months. And so, she put on her sleek black dress, black five inch heels, and put on her most classic makeup - long wings, red lipstick, and an innocent yet seductive look. She had short black hair parted down the middle, no bangs, pointed ears and thin eyebrows. She was slim, though she had never had to work out a day in her life to stay in shape.
She had married her husband at a young age, and he was the only person she’d ever been with. It wasn’t a terrible life with Carl, no, but she had wondered from time to time if it would’ve done her good to explore more before settling down so young.
“Ready?” Carl asked, standing by the door. He was in his 30’s, two years her senior, and wore dress pants and a gray dress shirt. He was very thin, and she had told him many times to get better fitting clothes, because the large dress shirt made him look even thinner. It wouldn’t be a good look for his bosses.
“Let’s go,” she said, giving him a smile.
They drove in silence, probably because Carl was too nervous thinking about his pre-planned script, which he had practiced on her a couple of times. It took them almost thirty minutes to arrive at the chosen restaurant, which had a private room set up for them to discuss business. The restaurant itself was sleek and modern, with tempered black glass decorating the exterior. She looked forward to the good food above all else.
She wrapped her arm around his, and they made their way up the stairs together, both still silent. “Reservation under Johnson,” Carl said to the attendant. She nodded, and led them to a room in the back, where the door itself seemed to blend in with the wall around it.
Mary looked inside, and was amazed to see an equally minimalist black wooden table with six chairs surrounding it, as well as green ivy crawling up most of the ceiling. Two men were already waiting for them, and she recognized Carl’s bosses from previous work meetings. They were big guys, with broad shoulders that seemed unfitting for their suits, and both sported silver black hair and short stubble.
She knew they were cousins, they had inherited their parents' business, and had made their names in the construction industry. Julius was the bigger one, and was slightly kinder than Mark, who generally just scowled at people when Julius spoke. They looked so similar it was hard to tell their faces apart, though Mary never really bothered trying. They were the ones inhibiting her husband’s success, after all.
“Good to see you, Julius, Mark,” Her husband nodded to them both. They barely spared him a glance, though both men turned to face her, scanning her body hungrily from head to toe. She shivered. She had dressed this way on purpose for their reaction, but it was still slightly uncomfortable being ogled like she was a piece of meat. “This is my wife, Mary. You’ve met her a few times before.” Carl shook both their hands as Mary sat down, giving them a polite nod. She had to keep reminding herself her sole purpose here was to be eye candy, and she wouldn’t have to be speaking much.
The dinner itself went horribly, and she could only sit there and watch as a shocked bystander. Her husband had always been a worried man, and it was clear in the way he spoke to them. His arguments to support his promotion seemed weak, and the two men seemed to barely spare him glances. They seemed to be only focused on two things based on their body language - her, and the food the waitress was bringing.
Mary simply focused on what was below her, and barely paid attention to the conversation. Her body felt increasingly heated from their glances - not from lust, just a tingling in the skin from awareness.
When her husband finally concluded his spiel, they were already on dessert, and she was almost sure they would reject him. “Are you finished, Mr. Johnson?” Julius asked.
He nodded, “Yes, I’m hoping this helps you understand where I’m coming from. I’m truly the best employee suitable for this position.”
Mark leaned over and whispered something in Julius’s ear. Julius chuckled in his deep voice, and then turned to look at them. “Unfortunately, both of us agree that we don’t believe you’re suitable for the position.”
“What?!” Carl said, looking confused and frustrated.
“Now, we have other business to attend to.” Julius pushed his chair back, with Mark quickly following.
“I…” Carl looked at his wife, then back to them.
Mary threw her napkin on the table, and stood up, watching the two men. “Well, what if I offer my body in exchange?”
“Mary!” Carl said, his eyes widening further. She put her hand gently on his arm, giving him a soft look.
“It’s okay, Carl. We’ll do it just this once.” She hadn’t realized how desperately she wanted him to get the promotion until now. It was as if she couldn’t bear looking at him, begging for a position and looking so weak in front of his coworkers. He needed to be promoted purely to receive some respect for once.
They both looked at his bosses at the same time, and her heart pounded in her chest as Mark whispered in Julius’s ear again. They turned back to face them, with Julius nodding. “Sounds like a good plan, when can we get started?” He slapped his hands together and rubbed them. She shivered from fright. She had no idea what she had just signed herself up for.
“Can we do it here? Now?” She just wanted to get it over with.
“It might not be soundproof, but we’ll make it work.” Julius winked. “We’ll pay the staff off if they complain.” Mark nodded in agreement.
Carl stood there, looking between them in complete agony. She held his hand, giving him a reassuring glance as she pulled him out of the room. “I’ll be okay. Just wait outside, go to a bar or something. I’ll text you when we’re done.” Before he could say anything, she slammed the door in his face.
She turned around to face them, giving them the best seductive smile she possibly could as she fluttered her eyelashes. The two men circled her on either side, both looking like they were double her height. She told herself she would be brave, and get this over with as quickly as possible. They removed their suits then unbuttoned their shirts, making her look at their hairy and muscular chests.
“Kneel.” Julius said, and she bent down on her dress without thinking about it, wanting to please him. They unzipped their pants and pulled their cocks out, both of them already semi-hard. She gasped. They were thick and veiny, and must’ve been at least double her husband’s. She had seen cocks like that in porn, when she laid in bed at night fantasizing about other men, but never thought she would ever see something so large in real life. She felt her excitement creep up as well as her guilt.
She wrapped her hands around both cocks, giving them long slow strokes as the two men watched her. It was almost intoxicating, like two predators about to pounce on her. She could already smell their musky scents, which made her feel blood pool in her core. She wrapped her mouth around Julius’s cock, giving his head a hard suck. Her mouth had never been stretched like this before, and she had no idea how she was going to fit all of him inside of her. Julius didn’t seem like the patient type, and he grabbed her hair, immediately fucking her mouth. He thrust inside of her, not caring if she was gagging or not. Tears welled up in her eyes immediately, and she knew it was smearing her freshly applied mascara across her face. His cock arched into the back of her throat as he pounded her, making her cough and gag, her saliva drooling onto the lavish flooring. She tried to stroke Mark at the same time, but it was extremely difficult as she struggled to breathe at the same time. Julius didn't seem to worry about her choking at all, and even commanded her to look up at him. "Such a pretty girl…" he growled, "I'll never understand why you're with such a loser." She gasped out loud when he suddenly pulled out of her, letting her pant and take deep breaths.
She stayed kneeling on the ground, unsure of what they were about to do next.
Mark shoved the remaining glassware from the table, picked her up from her waist, and threw her onto the table. He shoved her legs apart, looking down at her as he pulled her panties off past her heels, barely bothering to look at it as he threw it on the ground. He shoved two fingers inside of her, making her gasp loudly again. "Already so wet for us." He murmured, and she wondered if it was the first time she heard his voice that evening.
"Wet just from sucking my cock, huh? I knew she was a whore the moment I saw her in that getup." Julius grinned. "Were you planning on fucking us from the start, Mary? Is your poor husband that unfulfilling?"
"Must be, she's so fucking tight." Mark replied as his fingers began pushing in and out of her. She couldn't believe it, even his hands were huge. These men were more like beasts than actual humans. She couldn't help but let out moans and whimpers as he stroked her, arching his fingers upwards to hit her G-spot. He clearly knew exactly what he was doing, and had probably been with hundreds of women before just based on the sure size of his cock alone. Opened her up wider, and pressed his face against her pussy, breathing it deeply.
Julius seemed like he was done with watching, because he walked to the other end of the round table and shoved his cock deeply into her throat.
She began moaning loudly into his cock, making it vibrate as Mark placed his tongue cleanly on her clit and began licking and sucking at it. It matched the rhythm of his fingers perfectly, and she could feel herself get close to cumming.
This was unbelievable. She had been married to Carl for almost a year now and he'd only made her cum a handful of times before, and even then, she had to guide him into doing it properly. Now, this stranger was making her cum within minutes with his tongue. Her moans became louder, and she could barely focus on sucking Julius off anymore. She couldn't even remember her own name. She rode the pleasure out and climaxed, her pussy squeezing and pulsing around Mark's fingers as her whole body quivered. She could feel her juices explode out of her, and she wondered if she had just squirted for the first time.
Mark let her ride out her orgasm to completion, then leaned back, looking incredibly self satisfied. "Such a tasty pussy, and so responsive, too. This one's going to be fun." She couldn't believe Julius hadn't cum yet. Usually, Carl came practically as soon as she began sucking him. She almost felt disappointed by her own lack of skills, which she had previously thought she had.
Mark grabbed her waist again, pulling her flush against him. He grabbed the top of her dress where her tits were and ripped the dress clean in half. She gasped, that had been one of her most expensive dresses!
He reached behind her bra and unhooked it, letting her tits out as he gazed at them. She was rock hard, and he sucked at her nipple, roughly squeezing the other one. She barely had anytime to react as he aligned his cock against her pussy, and shoved deep inside.
"FUCK!" She screamed. She felt like she was being torn in half. "You're fucking huge!"
Mark chuckled. "I'm not even all the way in yet. Fuck your husband must be tiny." He grabbed her waist, pulled out, and shoved all the way inside. She felt like it was ripping her apart, his cock hitting her cervix as her back arched upwards.
Julius shoved his cock into her throat again, not letting her breathe as Mark began fucking her like an animal, driving into her so hard she felt like the expensive table was going to break.
Her mind had gone blank again. All she could think about was his cock and the cock in her throat and nothing else. She wanted to cum desperately again, and she began letting out loud screams with every thrust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is insane, you're so fucking huge. Oh god, oh god."
Her entire body was flushed, and she knew it was the best she'd ever felt. Her tongue lapped around Julius's cock hungrily, now obsessed with the taste of him. She wanted him to cum deep inside her throat.
He pulled on her hair with every thrust, and she could feel him get even larger. "Fuck girl, you've learned how to use that tongue." Julius groaned as he finally came, this thick cum exploding inside of her throat, so much she had to swallow over and over again.
It was so hot she came for the second time, her pussy squeezing and milking Mark's cock like she was desperate for it. Mark groaned as he came as well, and she see-sawed across the two men as they clawed at her, wanting as much friction as possible.
The three of them panted, with Mary laying on the table, cum dripping out of her on both sides. She couldn't even begin to fathom what they did to her.
It seemed her husband hadn't left the restaurant, and he opened the door after a few seconds, clearly hearing the lack of moaning.
"Mary!" He cried out, running towards her limp body.
Julius and Mark whispered in each other's ears, with Mark concluding, "yeah we've decided we're still not giving you a raise."
Mary was too destroyed to even comprehend what he was saying. "We fucking loved your wife though, and plan on taking her again."
"In fact, we'll be doing it quite regularly." Mark said.
"I…" Carl started, still completely speechless.
Mary couldn't help it. She knew she would need their cocks again. Her pussy was already stretched open, she knew she would never feel satisfied with Carl again. With their sticky cum still dripping out of her, she sat up and grinned. "See you again, boys. I can't wait."