Three Men For The CEO

Thecall

Chapter 3: The Call.

~ Emily ~

“What?” Asher said. “Is she going to go naked In front of you?”

“I’m doing my job, Mr Asher,” he said. “Strip, now.”

I slowly brought down my dress from the top till it fell to my feet. I was left with my bra and panties. Oliver walked round me, assessing my body.

He stopped in front of me, his gaze flickered to my t**s. “Take off her bra,” he instructed Asher.

Asher undid the clasps of my bra and took it off. Oliver’s eyes became wider. He looked amazed to see my t**s. “Wow, you’ve got nice boobs,” he said. He touched my face and brushed his thumb on my chin.

Asher smiled. It was a confusing one, I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying what was going on.

His hands moved from my chin to my t**s. He grabbed my boobs with both hands. “How do you feel?” He asked.

“Good,” I answered.

I was already closing my legs tightly, I could feel my thong already getting wet. He went down to my ass and spanked it hard.

I screamed.

“That’s good,” he said, still staring at my boobs. “Keep your gaze at me, Mr Asher.”

“Yes, sure,” Asher said.

“Hold her waist slowly from behind, Mr Asher.”

Asher did as he instructed. “Now, move your hands slowly around her waist,” Oliver said. Asher moved his hands slowly around my waist from behind. “Good,” Oliver said. “Kiss her neck while you do that and move your hands from her waist to her t**s.

Asher moved his hands from my waist to my t**s and grabbed it softly. I felt it again, my panties getting wet.

“Stop,” Oliver said. “Let go now, Mr Asher.”

As soon as Asher freed my big boobs, it bounced

“Take off your panties and bend over,” Oliver said.

I did as he said. He walked behind me and began to rub my back slowly from up to down. It was electrifying, I had goosebumps all over my body. His hands reached for my wet p***y, he moved his fingers around my p***y to feel the wetness.

He tapped a finger multiple times in my v****a, it gave out a wet sound. Asher was staring at my p***y from behind, I could see him from under my spread legs biting his lips.

“I love that sound, she’s already wet,” Oliver said to Asher. “Come and do whatever you want with her.”

Asher stepped forward quickly like he had been waiting for Oliver’s order. He brought out his four-inch c**k from his boxers and slid it into my p***y from behind and began f*****g me.

Oliver sat on the couch watching us. Asher was f*****g me in the same position for 20 minutes, no touching, nothing exciting like when Silas f****d me in the office. “Stop,” Oliver said. “Touch her boobs while you f**k her. Let’s go again.”

Asher began ramming his c**k behind me again, touching my t**s. I was beginning to feel something different, for the first time in a long time of making out with my husband I felt like a woman. Oliver is a great coach indeed.

“Handle those t**s harder,” Oliver said. “I want her to scream while you f**k her.”

Asher grabbed my boobs harder and began to press my pink n*****s as he continued f*****g me harder. I screamed. I moaned out. The look on Oliver’s face could tell satisfaction. I noticed how he concentrated on starting at my boobs bouncing as Asher f****d me.

“Stop,” Oliver said again. “Pick her up and kiss her all the way to the couch.” Asher did as he said. He picked me up, his lips were locked in with mine. We kissed for a few minutes, tasting each other’s tongue, we finally stopped on the couch where he laid me down waiting for Oliver’s next instruction.

“Good,” Oliver said. “We’re getting somewhere. I want your wife to moan helplessly this time, I want to see her c*m because of your touch.”

“What do I do for her to c*m?”

“Eat her,” Oliver said. “Spread her legs wide open and wait for my instruction.”

Asher spread my legs wide, my p***y was fully displayed exposing my already swollen c**t. Oliver was staring and admiring my p***y from behind, he kept on licking his lips and swallowing while he stared.

He stepped closer to the couch where we dipped two fingers into my p***y. When he bought his fingers out, it was glistening and wet. “Play with her boobs while you eat on her p***y, I have another appointment.”

“Okay,” Asher said.

“I picked up my phone from the table close to the couch and made a transfer to Oliver. “Check your account, Mr Oliver,” I said.

His phone buzzed, he brought it out and checked it. “Wow….you sent $1000. It’s just two hours.”

“You deserve it,” I said. “You made my day, you’re good at your job.”

“Thanks, Mrs Emily,” Oliver said. “I’ll take my leave now.”

Asher walked him to the door still naked. Oliver said something softly to Asher which I struggled to hear. “Go and finish the job, Mr Asher.”

Asher smiled and shut the door and as Oliver walked out. He came back in and kissed me again. He went down to my p***y and sucked it while squeezing my t**s. I reached for his hair and began pulling it softly while I moaned.

Shortly, he stopped. Typical Asher, he never knows how to make me c*m. He stood up and got dressed again. I didn’t ask him anything or argue with him this time, the only thing I could think of was the shape of Oliver’s d**k showing from his pants and how he admired my p***y like he would love to handle it.

I laid on the couch naked after Asher went to the room, thinking of how I’ll feel getting Oliver to handle me.

~~~

It was Saturday morning the next day, I was in the kitchen with Nancy, the house keeper making coffee. I couldn’t sleep throughout the night so I had to use the vibrator again after I decided not to use it again. I couldn’t help but use it after Asher left me horny and needy last night without satisfying me.

I took Oliver’s number from Asher’s phone last night while he was sleeping. I'm not sure why I did, but I did it anyway. “That’s okay,” I said as Nancy poured out my coffee. “You can leave now, I’ll call you when I need you

Nancy left immediately.

I picked up my phone and called Oliver. “Hello, Mr Oliver,” I said immediately as he answered the call.

Oliver: Mrs Emily?”

“Yes,” I said. It’s me.”

Oliver: “Wow…. I wonder why you called so early, are you okay?”

“I’m good, I need to speak to you about something. “Do you by any chance sleep with your client?”

Oliver: “How do you mean, Mrs Emily?”

“Just call me Emily, Oliver,” I said. “A client pays you to have s*x with her.

Oliver: “Okay…”

“What if I’m that client?”

Oliver: “What?”

“Yes Oliver, I’ll pay you double the coaching amount.”

I felt an unusual movement in the kitchen so I looked to the door. Someone was there.

Asher.

He just heard me talking to Oliver.

“Wow, really Emily,” Asher said.

I was dumbfounded. Speechless. I hung up the call immediately, my hands were shaking.