Burner Phones

The following week at the office was pretty normal. No one had given much thought to any of the new revelations, or at least they did a good job of hiding it.

It was about 4:00 p.m. on Friday, and each of our minds was squarely on the weekend, when a meeting invite from Emma appeared in each of our Outlook inboxes.

Topic: Staff Meeting

Date: Friday, October 10, 2025

Time: 4:45 p.m. ET

Location: Conference Room

"What the fuck, Emma!" shouted Matt, loudly enough to be heard through closed doors. Everyone chuckled in their offices.

At the appointed time, all of us shuffled into the conference room. Albert had his jacket and backpack with him, and Grace and Priya similarly brought their coats and purses, not even bothering to sit down.

"Everyone take a seat," Emma started. "C'mon, sit."

"Ok, before we begin, nothing that is said here today is to be repeated to anyone outside this room, not to your spouse, not to your shrink, not to your priest, no one."

Albert and I looked up from our phones.

"Are we agreed?" Emma demanded, making eye contact with each of us one by one. We all nodded our assent.

"What, are you finally getting a boob job?" joked Matt.

Without missing a beat, Emma shot back, "Yeah, I was going to ask you who did yours."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" everyone roared. Emma could take it, but boy could she ever dish it out.

Interactions like this are why I loved our group so much. There is no thin skin or threats of sexual harassment complaints. We had basically become like brothers and sisters to each other.

Emma continued, "So we have the big ASPC conference in Las Vegas coming up.

"And you know that whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

"And Jack and I were talking. And you guys know that we're totally secure in our relationship."

Everyone was now sitting up in their seat, intrigued.

"Well, we were wondering if you all were interested in, um, when we're out there, um..."

Emma never stuttered or used filler words. Whatever it was she needed to say, she was clearly and uncharacteristically nervous about it. Her hands were shaking a bit, and all of us were staring at her with breathless anticipation.

"Interested in hooking up," she finally blurted, as her cheeks started to flush.

There, she said it. But rather than cutting the tension in the room, it increased it exponentially.

After several seconds of stunned silence that felt like an eternity, Albert couldn't stand it any longer. "You mean hire call girls and gigolos?" he bravely asked. "I mean, I know it's legal there and all."

Emma was grateful that someone had spoken up. She was always confident answering questions. Well, she usually was anyway. "No, um, I mean, um, hook up with, um, each other," she managed to spit out.

My earlier thought about us being like brothers and sisters all of a sudden seemed so very wrong. Brothers and sisters don't become fuck buddies, or at least they shouldn't.

"Do I understand you correctly? You're asking us to cheat on our spouses?" Kelly interjected, stating the obvious with a disapproving tone, which, looking back on it, seems a bit hypocritical.

Jack sensed that his wife maybe could use some support, so he took the lead from there: "We don't want any of you to do anything you're not comfortable with. You all are Emma's and my closest friends. We've been through a lot together and shared a lot with each other over the years.

"Emma and I think that opening our marriage up a bit will only increase our desire for each other and make our relationship even stronger. But we don't want to have sex with strangers. Our group has something special, and this can be our special group secret that we take to our graves. We know that you love your families and would never want to do anything to hurt them. No one has to find out, and no one WILL find out."

The rest of us sat there speechless in disbelief, perhaps with a twinge of excitement sprinkled in for some.

"Look, thanks for listening, guys," Jack continued. "Please just take the weekend and give it some thought. That's all we ask. We'll talk again on Monday. If any one of us is against the idea, there will be no questions asked and no arm twisting. It dies then and there, and we'll never speak of it again.

"Emma and I know that you might think less of us now. We hope that's not the case, but if it is, so be it. We both thought there was a potential incredible benefit for all of us that was worth the risk in making the proposit...er...proposal."

"Friends with benefits. Ha Ha," Jack nervously joked, though nobody else laughed.

"Anyway, have a good weekend," he abruptly concluded. "See you on Monday."

All of us except Jack and Emma got up and sort of stumbled slowly out the door, wondering what just hit us.

"I think that went pretty well, all things considered," Jack said to Emma, unconvincingly.

Emma looked worried. "I think we may have just killed the company," she replied.

"Give it a couple of days," encouraged Jack. "I think there's still a chance."

* * * * *

"You're awfully quiet tonight," remarked Lauren, as the two of us finished dinner.

"I'm sorry, Honey," I responded. "We just got hit by this, uh, thing at work today, and I need to make some important decisions, and I was just preoccupied with that. I shouldn't have brought it home with me."

"It's ok. I get it. You've heard me talk about clients over the years more than I'm sure you've wanted to," Lauren said. "Go on. I'll clean up."

Man, Lauren was great. I was lucky to have her, but I wasn't thinking about that right now. I was thinking about fucking Emma. I mean ACTUALLY fucking Emma. And fucking Kelly. And fucking Priya. And fucking Grace. Fucking both Priya and Grace at the same time. Jack fucking Kelly. Albert fucking Grace. Matt fucking Priya. Hell, Emma fucking Kelly. God, my mind was spinning out of control.

I poured myself a stiff drink, but it didn't seem to have any effect. I lay in bed totally wired, with my eyes wide open until about 4:00 a.m., when I got up to go to the bathroom. When I finished peeing, my morning wood didn't dissipate like it normally does. I instinctively started to stroke it.

Grace entered my office, shut the door behind her, and locked the handle.

My confused look was met by Grace's mischievous smile. "I have a birthday present for you, David," she said in that cute little voice of hers.

"Oh, you didn't need to get me anything, Grace, but that's really kind of you," I replied. "You're so thoughtful."

She wasn't carrying anything in her hands, and her business skirt didn't appear to have any pockets.

As she started to walk behind my desk, I pushed my chair back and swiveled towards her. She then sat on the center edge of my desk and undid her beautiful black hair, which had been tied up with silver chopsticks. As I swiveled back to face her, she stared straight at me with her big browns and made a seductive pout with her luscious red lips. She then began to unbutton her blouse slowly right in front of my eyes.

"Whoa...whoa...Grace," I protested weakly. "I'm married. YOU'RE married."

"Don't worry, David. We're not gonna fuck," she responded, as a combination of relief and disappointment washed over me. "I just wanna give you a little something to remember." She had already given me that, but I wasn't opposed to having more to remember.

Grace unbuttoned two more buttons and spread her blouse open slightly, revealing her lacy white camisole and the top of her creamy white cleavage. She started to fondle herself, at first rubbing her tits through the silky fabric, and then slipping one hand underneath the lace from above.

My dick was already at full capacity as Grace began to moan softly. While she continued playing with her chest with one hand, her other hand slowly lifted up her skirt, exposing her gorgeous thighs to me inch by glorious inch. When I glimpsed the tops of her stockings and her garter belt clips, I couldn't take it any longer. I desperately unzipped my fly, releasing my huge erection from its cage.

Grace moaned louder, but she wasn't even looking at me. Her head was tilted back, eyes shut, lost in self-pleasure. By now, her lower hand had raised her skirt all the way, and seeing her lacy garter belt and her black pubic hair underneath her sheer panties made me grab my cock and start pumping.

Grace's fingers rubbed her crotch through her panties, creating a wet spot that was growing quickly. She then pulled the top of her panties down, showing me her glistening black pubes, and moved her other hand from her breasts to her pussy. She moaned even louder as she inserted her middle finger and began thrusting it in and out. She added her index finger and then after several seconds her ring finger. The feeling that I got seeing her ring finger and wedding band soaked with her wetness was indescribable. I let go of my cock, because a big mess was imminent.

Grace then began to rub her clit furiously, and she was now making a guttural noise at a rapidly quickening pace. She suddenly shouted, "Cum for me, David! Cum for me!"

I more than willingly grabbed my engorged cock again and stroked it frantically as Grace erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm, shaking uncontrollably and squirting her love juice on my desk and on the carpet below. I grunted lustily as my cum shot up and forward in a spectacular arc, the first spurt clearing Grace's head and landing on the floor behind her, and the rest of it splattered all over her sexy, partially clothed body.

Grace, clearly pleased with herself, gave me a smutty look as she licked my cum from her perfect red lips. "Happy Birthday, David."

"Shit!" I said to myself, as I fumbled for the toilet paper in the dark. There was cum all over the toilet seat and lid. I wiped it up as best as I could with wads of dry paper and then turned on the bathroom light to check my work. I dampened a hand towel at the sink to clean up more thoroughly. I put the cum-soiled TP in the toilet, rinsed the hand towel several times and wrung it hard before dropping it in the hamper. I didn't normally flush in the middle of the night, so as to not disturb Lauren, but right now I had no choice.

As I slipped back into bed, Lauren tossed and made a muffled sound. I fell asleep quickly, exhausted.

When I woke up, it was almost 11:00 a.m. I knew Lauren would be back before noon from her Pilates class, so I got up, showered and dressed, inspected the toilet one last time, and then went down to the kitchen.

Lauren walked in the door as I was putting the finishing touch on some sandwiches. "I made us some lunch," I said.

"Oh thanks, Dear. Those look good," she replied. "Are you feeling ok? You were out like a light when I left this morning."

"Yeah, I'm feeling much better after a good night's sleep," I said, although it was more like a good morning's sleep.

After lunch, Lauren went outside to tend to her garden, while I sat in my son's old bedroom, which Lauren and I now used as a makeshift home office. I pretended that I was working, but of course all I could think about was what happened at yesterday's meeting.

My mind was all over the place:

"Could I really betray Lauren like that?"

"God, can you imagine Grace sucking my cock?"

"Kelly. Wow. Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl?"

"I don't think I could handle the guilt."

"Emma. Definitely cowgirl."

"I wonder if Jack's dick is a lot bigger than mine."

"Come here Priya and show me some of that Kama Sutra shit."

"I think I can handle the guilt."

"I'm going to lick Kelly's cunt until she screams."

"My God, Grace. Your pussy is so fucking tight."

"Can a woman get pregnant after 50?"

"Don't do this."

"Kelly: 'Oh God!... Oh God!... Oh God!...'"

"'Cialis is not for everyone. Ask your doctor if you are healthy enough for sexual activity. Seek medical attention if you experience an erection lasting longer than 4 hours.'"

"Grace: 'I haven't been touched like this in years.'"

"Lauren won't find out."

"Priya: 'David, cum inside me! Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!'"

"Lauren doesn't need to get hurt."

"Emma: 'Take me.'"

Frequent bouts of this continued, and even though I had another self-help session after Lauren went to bed Saturday night, by dinner time on Sunday I had worked myself into another massive case of blue balls. Still, I didn't know how I was going to vote. I tried to act normally that evening as best as I could, and then Lauren and I finally got ready for bed. She switched off the bedside lamp, pulled the covers up, and started to drift off to sleep.

I lay there in the darkness, my mind still racing and my balls still aching. I reached over and touched Lauren's shoulder, caressing it lightly with my fingers. "Mmmm," she mumbled, only half-awake, "that feels nice." I moved my hand lower and brushed her left breast lightly. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, now just about fully asleep. My hand advanced further, cupping her breast and circling her nipple with my finger. Lauren jolted awake.

"David???"

Instead of retreating, I doubled down, putting my other hand to work on her right breast as I continued to fondle the left. Lauren quickly rolled over to face me, and we locked into a passionate kiss.

As we made love, four ladies rotated through my head, none of them named Lauren. I went down on my wife, getting her off pretty quickly, and then I buried my 5 1/2 inches... okay, 5 1/4 inches... into Priya's pussy. And then Kelly's pussy. And then Emma's pussy. And then Grace's pussy. My brain was turning through them so fast, I don't even remember which one I was thinking about when my balls got their desperately needed relief.

Lauren and I held each other, kissing softly and stroking each other's skin until we passed out.

We woke up early on Monday in pretty much the same position.

"Hey," I mumbled through the side of my mouth, so that Lauren wouldn't have to smell my morning breath.

"Hey yourself," Lauren replied, with a happy glint in her eyes.

My mind was made up.