Erica Thinks and Calls Jason

What a shit day this has been? First, my mentor wants me to fuck him for some accounts, and then my fiancee seems to be fine with it? Where am I? This is all so fucking gross. As much as Erica didn't want to admit it, the excitement was kind of making her feel young again. Not a bone in her body wanted to do this, but the rush reminded her of being 20 and going from guy to guy. She couldn't possibly do this. It would destroy her relationship, at least she thought.

Jason: Hey. You feeling any better? Sorry if I upset you. I just want you to be happy.

Erica: Yeah, I know. You're just giving advice. I wish you would have just given option 1, but I know you had to tell me option 2.

Jason: Yeah not something I expected to be talking about on a Monday.

Erica: So you would be okay if I said yes?

Jason: Um okay? Probably not. I wouldn't leave you but it would be hard. I thought about it too. I would have some rules but we don't need to discuss that unless you're considering it.

Erica: Alright, let's hear them.

Jason got rock hard immediately. He had convinced his fiancee that she should fuck another man to further his career. This was his greatest achievement and his most depressing moment all at the same time. He tried to regain composure.

Jason: Well for one there is to be no out of work contact between you two besides the three days your together. All messages go through me. I need complete transparency if this happened. That's the only one I could trust the both of you.

Erica: You're worried about trust when you're telling me to fuck another guy?

Jason realized this was his chance to jump in and grab control of the conversation.

Jason: You've got some balls. I'm sitting her talking through YOU fucking another guy to advance YOUR career and you question me on trust?

Erica: You're right. I'm sorry. Go on.

Jason: Alright. So no out of work communications outside of the three days. All planning goes through me. Also, everything is facetimed to me. I want to see everything live. If it's not live, it's to be recorded and sent to me. Not even a kiss if it's not recorded. It's important that I'm a small part of this and don't wonder what the fuck is going on when you two are away. I TRUST you to follow through with that.

Erica: So I'm supposed to fuck some other guy and then I have to film it?

Jason: Listen, sucks for both of us. What do you want me to say. I'm trying to tell you what would make me comfortable and you shut me down.

Erica: I know I know. This is awful. I shouldn't be doing this. Anyways, is that it?

Jason: He has to wear a condom at all times. You're not on the pill and I'm not raising another guy's baby.

Erica: Eww. Obviously. Is there anything else?

Jason: No, that's all I have right now. What are you thinking?

Erica: Well honestly I was ready to start looking for a job. What you said wasn't entirely wrong. I do want to rise up and continue my career but I hate that I have to do it under these circumstances. I also don't want to start over and have this shit happen all over again.

Jason was getting to the point where he had to end the call to jack off. This was too much for him. The thought of his wife opening up sexually was all he wanted.

Jason: So you're doing it?

Erica: I'll try the first "date". If it's fucking awful I'm out. I don't want to be **** for work.

Jason let out a sigh to play it up.

Jason: Remember. Three rules. No contact, always recorded, and always a condom.

Erica: I'll talk to you tomorrow before our "date".

Jason: Hey. I love you.

Erica: I love you too.