Senior Vice Presidents Forbidden Passion

A story of love and lust, of cheating and deceit, and lots and lots of hot sex in four parts.

CHAPTER 1

Even as a kid I loved tinkering with anything mechanical or electrical. I was using a hammer, saw, and screwdriver when I was three, built my first computer when I was ten and created my first network at twelve. Now at 32 I’m a computer networking guru; I fly all around the world troubleshooting and in some cases reconstructing entire networks from the ground up. If you need three or four or more networks for your company on three or four continents, I’ll probably be the one you hire. I’m a senior vice president for Petersen Electronics, Inc. and my salary reflects the abilities and responsibilities I have. There are more than twenty Fortune 500 companies who insist on my services, willingly paying a premium for me. I’m frequently gone from home for weeks at a time, running up hundreds of thousands of air travel miles every year. My boss, Tom Petersen, inherited the business from his father. He’s probably the world’s biggest asshole. He knows nothing about business, but fortunately those of us who work for him do. He’s an absolutely miserable creep with almost no people skills, but he mostly leaves me alone and he pays me extremely well so I tolerate him, but I miss his dad who was a fantastic businessman and an even better person.

While I’m very assertive at work, at home I’m just the opposite--extremely easy going and laid back. I need to relax after the frenetic pace at work where I’ve never taken a full hour’s lunch in more than ten years. I prefer to bend rather than argue or fight with my gorgeous wife, Amanda. That’s why I wound up in this damned chastity device. It just wasn’t worth the hassle.

“I don’t like you being away for so long, honey. There are so many temptations out there. I’m afraid you’ll stray. I’ll feel so much better if I know you will always be faithful, and with this I’ll be sure.” I tried to keep calm and make my statements logical and sane, but nothing I said made any impression on her even though I had never even been remotely interested in any other woman. I wound up in a Birdlocked silicone cock cage. The “agreement” was that I would wear it when away from her, even at work in my office, but remove it when I was home with her. She still gave me plenty of incredible sex, sometimes even better and kinkier than we’d had before. I decided it was OK, well—not actually OK, but tolerable. I had learned at an early age to pick my battles. I loved my wife and that was the most important thing.

“Honey, c’mon upstairs,” my 29 year-old wife, Amanda, called to me. I walked into the bedroom to find her in a really sexy teddy—wine red with open bra cups, revealing her sumptuous tits with their large brown areolas and nipples. “Time to get naked, Jack; I want to play.” I stripped off my clothes in about ten seconds, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She unlocked the cage and pulled it off me. “C’mon Honey, lie down on the bed. I want to tie you up.” I looked daggers at her. We’d never done anything like that. I always enjoyed the freedom of movement that encouraged spontaneity between us. Once again she ignored me, tying my wrists to the bed posts. Minutes later I was spread-eagled on the bed. She was grinning with delight; I was pissed, but I didn’t show it.

Amanda climbed over me, rubbing her big tits over my face. I tied to suckle, but every time I did she pulled back laughing. I was finding the whole experience frustrating. It was going to get worse. Amanda sat on my chest and unsnapped the bottom of the teddy, exposing her cleanly shaved pussy. When the hell did she do that? And why? I had never shown any interest in her shaving. She moved forward, covering my mouth with her sex. I inhaled deeply and extended my tongue, just tickling and teasing with the tip. She reached behind her to find my balls and cock. She squeezed my balls threateningly, “Don’t tease me, Jack. I need your tongue in me. You’re not in a position to argue, are you?” I had to admit she had me by the balls—literally as well as figuratively. I dove in eagerly; she gripped my cock and stroked me slowly, not wanting the scenario to end too abruptly. I tongue fucked her as fast and hard as I could, curving my tongue up at

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