Promotion Trick

My name is John, and this is the story of how I pulled off the perfect trick on my wife.

For several years I had a fantasy of seeing my wife in a threesome with Black men, muscular ones like I see at the gym every week while training. The idea excited me more than anything, but my wife was not that kind of woman.

I tried from time to time to bring it up as a joke, just to see her reaction, but there was no way she would ever agree.

We were in our 40s, married for 10 years ,I worked as a salesman in a medium-sized company for several years.

Olivia is a good-looking woman with white skin, busty breasts, and an amazing ass; I was a lucky guy. She was a good wife, always cleaning the house and making me nice meals when I came home from work. She ran the household, while I handled the finances. It was a dynamic that suited us both. When she wasn't managing things at home, Olivia poured her heart into painting, and her artwork adorned nearly every wall of our house.

One time, I came down with Covid and was feeling pretty rough. While Olivia was nursing me, she admitted she was terrified that if something happened to me, I wouldn't be able to provide, and with our hefty mortgage, we'd lose the house. At that moment, I understood her weak spot and started planning the ultimate trick.

Olivia knew little about the specifics of my work, other than that I was a salesman. I was the only one in my department, and my manager had just decided to leave the company. I was lined up to take his position, along with a salary bump and bonuses, but I kept that from Olivia. I knew the promotion would come through in two months, which gave me plenty of time to set my plan in motion.

For a few days, I came home wearing a worried expression and said very little. Eventually, Olivia asked, "What's wrong?"

"Management is looking to promote one of the salesmen," I told her. "I'm worried it won't be me. My manager favors another guy, and if he gets the job, I'm afraid I'll be let go."

I watched Olivia's face grow tense with anxiety. "What can we do?" she asked.

I just shrugged. "Not much."

I let her stew in her anxiety for a few days. Each evening when I came home from the office, I made a show of poring over our bills and crunching numbers. The sight of it terrified her, she knew it was only a matter of time before I'd be out of a job.

One night, as I sat hunched over my calculations, I noticed how deeply worried she looked. "What's wrong, Olivia?" I asked.

"I'm terrified of what's coming. There's got to be a way for you to get that promotion."

This was the opening I had been waiting for. I knew this moment would come, so I had already crafted a deceptively foolish answer. It seemed naive, but it was a test, one designed to measure the depths of her desperation.

I told her as a joke, “My manager has the key for the promotion, if only he were gay, I would be willing to give him a handjob to get it.” and started laughing.

Olivia didn't laugh. She looked at me, paused for a long moment, then asked, "Will it work?"

I kept up the joking tone and replied, "I don't know. I haven't tried it yet," then laughed again.

She said, "I'm serious, John. Will it work if I give your manager a handjob?"

I stopped and shot her a look of surprise. A few moments passed before I replied, "I happen to know my manager's marriage is falling apart. I overheard him on the phone once, complaining to a friend that they haven't had sex in ages and he's incredibly frustrated. So I'm guessing he wouldn't turn down a handjob from an attractive woman like you."

"Would it be okay with you?" she asked.

Just thinking about it made my dick hard. Eventually I said, "Darling, I don't want to put you in a situation like this. We'll figure something out."

"It's just a handjob. It's not such a big deal."

I knew in my heart it wouldn't end with just a handjob, but I kept silent. After a minute, I said, "I'd have to think about it." I didn't want her to think I was giving in that easily. I knew turning her into a slut wouldn't happen overnight; I had to take it step by step. But as a salesman, I knew exactly how to break a large plan down into manageable pieces and make it happen.

The next day, on my way to the office, I stopped at the gym as I always do on Mondays. The place was full of muscular Black guys, but I needed someone who looked more ordinary, not overly built, and not too young. That's when I spotted Michael. I usually saw him on Mondays. He was in his mid-forties, worked in construction, and we'd exchanged a few words during workouts before. He was strong and fit. I moved over to exercise near him.

We trained together for about an hour, and afterward I invited him for coffee at the club cafeteria. As we chatted, I made sure to leave my phone on the table with the screen facing up, home screen showing a deliberately sexy picture of my wife in a dress with a deep cleavage. I noticed Michael's eyes drift toward my phone several times during our conversation.

I needed to test his reaction, so I said, "I see you like my wife's picture."

Michael looked a little embarrassed at being caught. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's okay," I replied. We chatted about Olivia for a while. I told him she was a painter, and he asked if I could show him some of her work. I opened my phone gallery and made sure to include several pictures of Olivia in lingerie. As I started swiping, I "accidentally" let him see the more revealing shots. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Oops… you weren't supposed to see that," I said.

Michael replied, "Wow, your wife is amazing. You're a lucky guy."

I paused for a moment and replied, "So are you."

Michael looked confused. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Can I be honest with you?" I said. "I'm looking to share my wife."

Michael was stunned into silence. After a few seconds, he asked, "Are you serious?"

I pushed him. "Are you in or not?" He answered immediately, "Yes!"

"Okay," I said. "In that case, there are a couple of rules. First, you need to bring me an up-to-date STD test so I know you're clean. Second, you need to be patient. It will take time to make her willing to be shared, and you can't be rough with her. Text me next week once you have the results."

During that week, Olivia asked if I'd given any more thought to her proposal (giving a handjob to my manager). I told her I was still trying to find another solution, again, to make it seem like it was the last resort and to nudge her a little closer to being willing to take things further.

I waited impatiently for Michael's message, which finally came a week later on Sunday. "Results are OK. See the PDF attached." I opened it, and everything checked out fine. I replied, "Let's meet tomorrow."

I couldn't sleep that night.

On Monday, I drove to the gym and met Michael in the cafeteria again. We sat down for coffee, and I started laying out my plan.

"You'll be invited to our house for dinner and drinks, posing as my manager. Olivia has never met my manager, so she won't know the difference. I'll ask her to have a conversation with you about your wife, and you'll open up about your marriage troubles, no sex, and lots of frustration. Be honest and let that frustration show so she buys it.

If everything goes according to plan, Olivia will take the lead from there.

Once she makes the first move, you need to slowly push her to go further, as long as she's cooperating. Take it step by step and see just how far she's willing to go. I have a feeling she'll end up doing more than she ever expected."

Michael looked at me. "What if she refuses?"

"Don't worry. She won't. Leave it to me," I said. "Olivia knows she needs to make you happy to support my promotion. You can't promise her that, we'll save that for later. I'll also make sure I have an excuse to leave the house while you two are alone together."

We parted ways, and I told him I'd text him the date.

When I got home from work, Olivia and I sat down for dinner to chat.

"I got a tip from someone at the office that my promotion is in danger," I said. "I really tried everything to get Michael, my manager, to like me, but he prefers the other salesman."

Olivia looked at me and said, "I know you don't like it, but I guess we have no other choice, honey. It's just a handjob. It's not a big deal. It'll be okay."

"If we're going to trick him, we need a plan," I said.

Olivia met my eyes. "What's the plan?" she asked.

I started describing the plan I had arranged with Michael. "We'll invite Michael, my manager, over for dinner and drinks. You'll take him to the living room for a chat, and I'll stay in the kitchen to give you two some privacy. Ask him about his marriage, and hopefully he'll open up about his frustrations. Once the conversation is heading in the right direction, give me a signal. I'll pretend to get a call from my mother and leave you two alone. He won't feel comfortable if I'm around. And don't be too direct; if he senses you're doing this just for my promotion, he might pull back. He needs to believe you're acting out of sympathy because you genuinely feel for him. If he sees it as a kindness, hopefully he'll return the favor."

Olivia stared at me, her eyes searching mine for a long moment. Then she said, "We can make this work." We settled on Wednesday night.

Since the plan required me to be out of the house, I wanted to make sure I knew exactly what would happen when Michael and Olivia were alone. That's why I had installed two GoPro cameras and hidden them without her knowledge, one in the living room and one in the bedroom.

On Wednesday morning, I called Michael to go over the plan once more.

That day, I came home early at 4:00 PM to help Olivia with dinner. I bought a bottle of her favorite wine and asked her to wear a sexy dress with a deep cleavage. She looked amazing.

At 8:00 PM, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and Michael stood there wearing a nice suit. I introduced him to Olivia, and we had some small talk. It was fun, we laughed about a lot of things during dinner. I deliberately kept pouring more wine into Olivia's glass, and I could see her loosening up.

After dinner, we moved to the living room as planned. It was almost amusing to watch them both play their parts, except Olivia had no idea she was being tricked.

She started asking Michael about his wife while I went to the kitchen to prepare dessert. Michael played his part perfectly.

"I prefer not to talk about my wife," he said. "We have some issues."

Olivia asked, "What kind of issues?"

"You know... couple issues."

At that moment, Olivia signaled me, and I pretended to get a call from my mother. While I was "on the phone," Michael told Olivia that they were sleeping in separate rooms and their marriage was falling apart. He looked genuinely sad, he was a surprisingly good actor. I could see Olivia believed every word.

When I finished my fake call, Olivia asked, "Who was it?"

"Some kind of emergency with my mother. I need to go help her with something."

Michael stood up. "Well, it's time for me to go as well."

"No, no, please stay for dessert. You two can continue without me," I said.

I took my car and drove to the next street. Then I parked, slipped out, and ran back home without being seen, entering through the garage. My heart was pounding, and I was already getting hard. I opened the GoPro app on my phone and connected to the living room camera. I could see and hear everything.

Michael shared his sex life with Olivia. "Our sex life is a total disaster," he said. "I've tried everything, but nothing works. My wife isn't willing to do anything sexual with me anymore."

Michael slipped back into character, wearing his sadness like a mask. He played the broken husband perfectly. I watched Olivia's expression shift to sympathy, and I knew it was just a matter of moments before she'd take the bait.

Suddenly, Michael asked, "I can get it if sometimes she doesn't want to have sex, but is it too much to ask for a blowjob from your wife?"

Olivia went silent. I could see her eyes were puzzled. She had thought it would be just a handjob, but now Michael was expecting more. She tried to find a way out. "What if she gave you a handjob? Did you ask her?"

Michael replied, "I've been giving myself handjobs for five months now. It's not enough."

At that point, Olivia realized she would have to play her part, even if it wasn't what she had originally planned. I knew her fear of me losing the promotion was too strong. She felt she had no choice.

Olivia was quiet for several long seconds, and then she said, “I guess a blowjob is not that big of a deal; I can see you're in a lot of pain." She reached and grabbed Michael's pants.

Michael played surprised but stayed quiet. He let her open his pants. Olivia slid her hand inside and touched his dick. Suddenly she froze. I could see what she was thinking. Michael helped her and pulled out an enormous dick, holding Olivia's hand against it. His dick was so big and thick she could barely wrap her hand around it.

Olivia began to stroke Michael’s black dick; he was enjoying every second of it, but I could tell he wanted more. He slowly tried to pull Olivia's head toward his dick, but she resisted. So he tried another approach.

Michael began touching her busty tits while she was stroking his dick.

I think Olivia thought he would be satisfied with a titfuck, so she removed the top of her dress and got on her knees. She held her busty tits together, letting Michael slide his dick between them. Michael shoved his dick trying to reach her mouth, but Olivia kept pulling her head back.

Michael stood up and continued titfucking her. After a minute, he pulled out and tried again to shove his dick into her mouth. I could see his pre-cum dripping onto her lips. I was extremely aroused and started stroking my own dick.

Olivia tried to resist again, and then Michael said, "You said a blowjob isn't that big of a deal, right?"

Olivia had no choice. She opened her mouth and started sucking Micheal's black dick. He fucked her mouth slowly, then guided her hand to play with his balls while she sucked him. He fucked her mouth for several minutes.

It was obvious that he was going to explode soon; it was just a matter of time.

Suddenly Michael started stroking his dick hard. He held Olivia's head with one hand and stroked himself with the other. Olivia realized he was about to cum all over her face and closed her eyes and mouth.

Michael said, "Open your mouth, baby," but Olivia didn't obey. No one had ever cum inside her mouth. She kept her mouth closed, so Michael tricked her.

He held Olivia’s head with his thumb under her nose, forcing her to open her mouth for air. The moment she did, Michael exploded, shooting ropes of cum directly into her mouth, then continued holding her head while covering her face with the rest of his load.

It was the biggest cumshot I had ever seen in my life. Olivia was shocked. She got up and ran to the shower.

While she was showering, Michael grabbed his clothes and left the house.

After about an hour, I returned home. Olivia was sitting in the living room.

I asked, "Did he cooperate?"

"Yes," she replied.

I didn't ask any more questions, because I already had the next plan in my mind. I wanted her to think I only knew she gave him a handjob. I guess she was too ashamed to tell me exactly what happened, but that was okay. This was only the first stage of my plan. If only she knew what I had planned next…

The next morning, I got a text from Michael: "Thank you. It was amazing."

I replied, "See you on Monday for the next stage."

Michael responded, confused: "Next stage?"

I smiled and typed back, "Wait for Monday."