Start of Part II, with our regularly scheduled dream sequence

“Sir. We’ve arrived.”

You open your eyes and nod in response to the soft Eastern European words from your driver that woke you up from your catnap. Obtaining a personal driver had been one of the best investments you made, from allowing you to rest a little longer after being worn out by sexual encounters the previous night or the convenience and safety for a quickie in the car. Another great recommendation from your wife Carrie, in a long line of recommendations.

“Thank you. I’ll see you this afternoon, Irina,” you reply as you exit the proffered door to the vehicle. After adjusting your tie and buttoning the top button of your suit, you head inside the large office building that holds your offices. A quick elevator ride up seventeen stories later, and you soon are navigating through cubicles to your corner office.

“Good morning, Mr. Doe,” a bubbly young blonde greets you at the entrance to your office, an overly expensive morning coffee in her hand. Your personal secretary at the office, Erin combined **** beauty with above-average competency at her work, resulting in an effective benefit to your working life. Plus, she turns a blind eye to all your sexual activities, whether it be your wife Carrie dropping by for an afternoon delight or even one of other women in your harem joining you for an erotic lunch date.

“Good morning, Erin,” you reply with a smile, accepting your coffee and taking a sip. It’s brewed impeccably, as it always is, and you nod your head towards your office to indicate to Erin to follow you in. You cross your professionally decorated office and sit down behind your desk, and Erin follows suit by sitting in one of the two chairs stationed in front of your desk.

Erin opens a manilla folder and begins reciting her notes of your days schedule to you, “Here’s what’s on the docket for you today, sir. You have meetings throughout most of the day, so I’ll just touch on the important ones. At 2:00 p.m. you have your weekly meeting with the CEO and each of the department heads. At 11:00 a.m. the potential clients from MosoCorp will be visiting and you’re supposed to take them to lunch. But before all that, you have a one-on-one with Mary in just a few minutes.”

You smile in anticipation of the upcoming meeting with Mary. The brunette has been your right hand for the twelve years since you left Simmons Pharmaceuticals, and she helps you tremendously, in both sexual and business manners.

“Excellent,” you say as a knock on the door indicates that Mary has arrived. Erin stands up to make herself scarce, and if her previous actions during these situations are anything to go by, she’ll be running interference on calls and people trying to reach you physically.

Mary passes Erin and takes a discrete look at your assistant’s ass before reaching your office desk. She smiles as she sees you, and you stand up and make your way to her as you greet her for a kiss. One of your hands drifts downwards to her stomach, where the start of her baby bump shows, indicating that she’s about halfway through her pregnancy. It’ll be your second child with Mary, with the two of you having your first child together about three years ago, a beautiful baby girl named Alice. Like with Alice, the two of you chose not to learn the sex of the baby until the delivery room.

You smile as you remember the scene of the day of Alice’s birth. The nurses definitely thought that there was an issue of the paternity of the baby, with both you and James in the delivery room. However, James quickly explained it that you were the sperm donor of the baby, as well as the soon-to-be godparent, which assuaged their concerns. Little did the hospital staff know that you donated sperm in a most enjoyable manner.

“How are you,” you ask, looking deep in Mary’s gorgeous blueish-green eyes. “Feel all right?”

“As well as can be expected,” Mary answers, sitting down on the couch in your office. You follow suit and sit down beside her, wrapping your arm around her shoulders. “How are you? Carrie and the girls okay?”

“Wonderful. Macy has a dance recital coming up, so that will be absolutely adorable to watch. Anita recently finished up potty training, which of course is always a blessing.” Mary smiles in response, though she knows all of this, meeting up at least once a week with Carrie and the other harem members that live within driving distance. You’re certainly glad that they all get along, personally, you’d thought that there’d be serious possessiveness issues and fighting over you. But sometimes it seems like they all love each other more a fraction more than they love you.

You think about your wife, Carrie, and your years together. She’d been by your side since you started dating, and you couldn’t imagine a better life partner for you. She didn’t freak out when you realized that you fell in love with Mary, instead encouraging you to foster those feelings with each member of your harem. After all, in her words, the only way your wonderful harem would be permanent would be with honesty and love.

You remember the night that you first said ‘I love you’ to Mary. You had a date, just the two of you, then went back to your place for a nightcap. Feeling nervous about telling a married woman that you loved her, you began to sweat uncontrollably. Mary calmed you down, asking you what was wrong. You finally got it out, whispering ‘I love you’ softly, a part of you hoping that she might not hear you correctly. You were blown away when she replied that it was ‘About damn time’ and what ensued was a magical night as the two of you affirmed your love in the way you enjoyed the most: sexually.

“Whatcha thinking about,” Mary asks you, having decided that your silence during the act of physical intimacy had gone on long enough.

“Just…reminiscing.”

“About what? Wait. Let me guess.” Mary makes a dramatic show of pondering for a moment before answering, “Was it about our first night together? Or how about our first threesome with Carrie. No, I got it. It was the night that I was ovulating during my anniversary dinner with James, and you decided to interrupt the meal to impregnate me, right there on our dining room table.”

“Those are all great memories, but you’re off the mark. I was thinking of the night that I first told you that I love you.”

“That was a good night,” Mary agrees. “I still love you,” she murmurs, leaning in for a kiss with you, which you return eagerly.

“I love you too,” You reply finally after a minutes long make out session.

“I’m not the only one who loves you, you know?”

“Well…duh,” you say with a wry smile. “Carrie does of course. Natalie, Ashley, Rebecca, and Nicole all do, along with the rest of the harem.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Mary says, her tone scolding. “I’m talking about Alice, and how her eyes alight when she gets to see her Uncle John.” You smile, feeling a little bit conflicted. You can’t help but feel a little bit bad for James at moments like these. After all, his wife loves you, and your daughter, who James is raising, loves you as well, though it is in the way that all young children love whomever gives them affection and candy. Mostly candy. “James does as well.”

“Wait, what?” you exclaim, startled.

“Not that like,” Mary says, rolling her eyes. “Of course, he’ll never say it to you,”

“Yeah, because you don’t say that to your guy friends,” you try to interject.

“But he loves you like an older brother. The cool older brother who gets all the girls and helps him with things that he admit to anyone else. Like, for instance, that he’s a cuckold and needs a trustworthy bull for his wife.”

“I’m not trustworthy, though,” you say quietly. “I’m pretty sure that bulls aren’t supposed to fall in love with the women they fuck.”

“And who cares what other bulls do,” Mary fires back. “What we have works for all parties involved. Trust me, I felt awful about myself when I realized that I loved you as more as my most cherished coworker.”

“Really? You never mentioned it.”

“And I probably should have. But I talked to James, and then we talked to our therapist about it. And we all agreed that me loving you is a good thing. I get to have sex with a man that I love, and James gets the security of knowing that I will never be emotionally hurt by my bull.”

You nod in agreement, before asking. “Wait…who’s your therapist?”

“Carrie, of course,” Mary answers readily. “She’s the only professional I trust to deal with these sorts of conversations.”

You smile ruefully at the mention of your wife. Carrie was so good that she anticipated problems well before they came on your radar and fixed them discretely. You honestly couldn’t think of a better woman by your side than her; her promise to do anything for you still standing strong after all these years. What was truly amazing about her is how she combined anything you want with what others wanted, creating a perfect harmonious relationship, like that one you now had with Mary.

“Now, I think it’s about time that I get my morning deposit,” Mary announces, disengaging from you to sit up straight. “After all, I’m the best cocksucker in your harem.”

“I think Ashley would definitely argue with that notion,” you quip back.

“Well, that’s unfair. She’s known you for your whole life. I only got fifteen years of knowing you,” Mary grumbles.

You move to stand up so that she can be in a more comfortable position, but she waves you off. “I’m pregnant, but I’m not incapable of getting my man off.” Positioning herself on her knees below you, you aid in her quest by undoing your belt and shimmying your pants off. Mary gasps in delight when she sees your cock already erect for her. Nowadays, you’re being stimulated by so many women that you can get hard at a moments notice. You wonder what 15-year-old you with think of how much sex you have, because you think your libido is higher now than it was back then.

Mary starts to suck your cock with gusto. While rating the best cocksucker in your harem is an impossible task, Mary is one of the best in your harem, her enthusiasm and talent working in perfect tandem to get you off. You lean back and close your eyes, basking in the pleasure.

A couple minutes later, you hear a phone camera going off. You open your eyes to see Mary holding up the phone, taking a selfie with your thick cock fully encased in her throat. You don’t know who she’ll send the picture to, either in a playful boast to your other harem members or as a teasing image for her husband as she attempts to hone herself into the perfect cuckoldress. The effort causes her to drool excess saliva on the couch, and you’ll have to remember to ask Erin to pick up more cleaning supplies for your office.

Mary’s bragging is no joke, and soon your approach the precipice of your orgasm. She’s working so hard that her impeccably applied makeup has started to ruin, so you don’t try to fight your body, and you spurt into her mouth, causing you to wake up from your vivid dream.

A/N: Welcome back to the story, everyone. It's been a while, so we'll start off Part II with frequent updates this week. As always, I hope you enjoy the story and be sure to leave feedback for me, it's always appreciated.