Karim al-Zib - A Helpful Wife

Curt stood up and reached across to shake Ike's big, tough hand. "I don't think you'll regret giving me this chance, Mr. Harvey. I graduated with honors from my university and I'm an expert in import and export practices."

"Well that's what these exams are for," Ike said. "To make sure you're up on all that. We can't afford any screw-ups."

"I understand, sir," Curt said positively. "I'll show you what I can do."

Ike walked him to the door. "We'll fix the test for you for sometime in the next few days, and, with a good result, you'll be off for Colombia for a couple of weeks."

They shook hands again at the door and Curt turned and walked out past Harriett, Ike Harvey's pretty young red-haired secretary. Wait 'til Kim hears about this, Curt thought. He felt his spirits rising for the first time in months.

As Curt was walking away, Ike closed his office door and walked to his desk, sitting in the large chair where he spent most of his time, making the legitimate decisions and plotting the illegitimate deals that were the icing on his financial cake.

Reaching just under the lip of his desk, he turned a small knob

until the sounds from the speaker in the wall became audible to him. He could make out the voices of the two people, the wheezing groans and grunts of the obese Henry Manson, Ike's partner in the company. He could picture the bullet-headed, shiny-pated, red nosed, sixty-year-old roue thrashing in ecstasy. Hank would be owing him a big one after this.

But he didn't have to use his imagination. Ike pushed a button under his desk and the curtain on the wall before him automatically drew back and, through the two-way mirror he could see into the room beyond. The opposite wall of the room was also partially covered with another two-way mirror beyond which Hank himself could observe the same room from his own office.

The room itself was comfortably furnished with two stuffed chairs and a love seat, flocked wallpaper and thick warm carpeting. A king-sized canopy bed with satin sheets dominated the center of the room where Henry Manson was taking his pleasure. The bowling ball of his head was bobbing up and down as he was poised propped up on his straight arms and knees, his huge belly hanging beneath him, his fat gelatinous buttocks quivering as they rose and fell. His white, thick penis was plainly visible as it thrust back and forth inside the tender vagina of the beautiful blond girl beneath him. The labia were spread wide apart and doubled over on either side of the penetrating cock and the testicles, as large as golf balls, swung in their loose sac, colliding repeatedly with the sensitive anal area between the girl's wide-spread buttocks, widely separated as her thighs were opened to their utmost to accommodate Manson's wide hips and jiggling ass cheeks.

Kim Stevens' face was turned toward Ike, her creamy cheeks flushed with passion, her eyes half-closed and seeing nothing. Her mouth opened and closed as she gasped for breath and her labored breathing pushed her breasts up against Manson's flabby chest so that they bulged out at the sides. She mewled and sighed with each stroke of Manson's fat cock as she jacked her knees back high and wide, her heels digging into his heaving backside. Ike could hear the slap of his balls in the cleft of her bottom and of his fat belly against hers, and the slurping sounds of his cock in her cunt.

Ike could see they were both close to finishing. Kim's voice was rising in pitch and Hank's grunts were deepening in urgency. Ike knew how Manson felt fucking that girl's sweet, silky little pussy. It was heaven.

Kim began squirming up wildly against the fat man fucking so avidly into her cunt, her fingertips digging into his shoulders, as her whole body began shaking, and as her tight pussy clamped down on the fucking cock, Manson began thrusting frantically, groaning and coming, filling her with his seed.

Manson collapsed over the girl's vibrating body. Ike could see a bit of creamy, white sperm leaking out of Kim's pussy where the penis lay softening and shrinking, while the fat man lay groaning over the young girl's panting body.

Ike moved the curtain back in front of the mirror and spoke into his intercom. "Harriett, darling, would come in here, please?"

The pretty redhead came through the door almost immediately.

"I'd like you to have Kim come in to see me when she's ready. Can you do that for me?"

Harriett smiled. "She's not through for today?"

Ike said, "Not yet, sweetheart. Khumalo is coming in today and I'd like him to be well entertained after lunch. Make us a reservation for three at Dino's, please. And make doubly sure that Curt Stevens isn't anywhere near either the restaurant or this office. You know what I mean?"

"Exactly. Do you have any suggestions."

"Yes, here it is. Tell him I asked you to prepare him for the exam he's going to take this week. Then see if you can help him with his impotence. Got it?"

"That won't be an unpleasant job. He's the best looking guy I've seen in a long time."

"Then you know what to do."

"Roger." Harriet saluted, turned and left.

At one thirty the maitre d' at Dino's seated Kim and Ike at Ike's private table in the corner. Kim moved languidly, calmly, her body still giving off the heat of contentment from the lovemaking she had just experienced. Her eyes were not open as wide as usual, but there was a gentle, satisfied smile on her pretty babydoll lips. They ordered drinks, and Kim sat quietly sipping hers while Ike spoke.

"You did good today, Kim, and I appreciate it." From the pocket inside his suit jacket he took a business envelope, passed it under the table, and laid it in her lap. "You shouldn't go unrewarded."

Kim's hand moved hesitantly, then slowly covered the envelope, feeling that it was much thicker than the one she had received the day before. But she didn't put it into her purse.

"And," Ike went on, "you'll be pleased to know that Curt was in my office today and I'm going to let him take the first grade exam. And, if he does well, I'm going to send him abroad on a deal in just a week or so."

If Ike had thought she was beautiful before, he was then treated to a dazzling display of beauty when her face, heretofore passive and nearly expressionless, broke into the loveliest smile he had ever seen. Her pearly white teeth flashed and her eyes sparkled with little tears of joy.

"Oh, Mr. Harvey," she bubbled. "I don't know how to thank you. It means so much to him. To us. I really won't forget it."

"Well," Ike said magnanimously, "it's a step in the right direction. But don't ever forget that it's all contingent on how he, and you, perform."

Kim giggled with joy. "I won't forget."

"And you can call me Ike."

Kim nodded, still smiling broadly. So her efforts, whatever they had turned out to be, had not been in vain. She had had to engage in adulterous intercourse now twice admittedly enjoying it and might have to do it again once or twice, but Curt would have his chance, and once they saw what a valuable business asset he was, there would be no question about promoting him, and Kim would be released from this awful situation she had had to put herself into. Life wasn't really so bad after all.

They ordered hors d'oevres and munched while they waited for their guest. Kim ate guiltily, begrudging herself the calories she was certain would go straight to her backside. But she felt elated, released from the misery she had endured during the last month, and justified for the indiscretion that had made last night a sleepless one.

They had been waiting for about twenty minutes when their guest arrived. The maitre d' seated him on Kim's right, after the introductions that informed Kim that he was the Minister of Commerce of Zimbabwe, a man named Bernard Khumalo. He was quite tall, over six feet, broad of shoulder and stout in the hips and Kim it shamed her that she noticed saw that he carried a heavy bit of equipment in his pants. She noted an enormous bulge in the front of his over-tight trousers.