It had been nearly four hours since I dropped my wife at the hotel, and the suspense was killing me. I knew that two men were fucking her. After all, that had been the deal. But was she enjoying it? How big were they? Would she still want me afterwards? A million thoughts and concerns flew through my mind as I sat and waited – literally a million.
It was the biggest deal of my life that, once completed, would mean that at the grand age of forty-one, I could retire. I had spent months working on the Arms Contract that would net the company forty million pounds and me, a cool one million in commission. It was all going great until the day of the signing.
My boss John suggested I bring my wife to lunch to meet the buyers. "Add a bit of glamour," he had said. Of course, when I told Mandy, she was delighted and dressed just that extra bit sexy. She always was an exhibitionist.
Mandy is thirty-five years old and an ex-model. She's tall and blond and has the most incredible tits, with long legs and a perfect figure. When she walked in the restaurant wearing her high heels, transparent white blouse, black bra and short miniskirt, every man in the place stopped and stared. Throughout the meal, Jarmel and Dahad, our Saudi customers, just couldn't take their eyes off her. Playing the part perfectly, she happily flirted with them both.
After lunch, my boss called it a night, leaving me to sort out the paperwork. That's when they dropped the bombshell. They would only sign the contract if Mandy agreed to spend the evening with them at their hotel. They left the table, telling me to send her to their room at 8 pm or the deal was off. That was it, no discussion – no nothing. We fuck your wife or you lose your retirement fund.
We drove home in stunned silence.
"Well, I don't know how I'm going to explain this one to John," I said dejectedly.
"Explain what?" Mandy asked.
"How I lost the biggest deal the company ever had," I replied.
She came over and sat on my lap. "Who said you have to lose it?"
"What! You think I'd let those two Arabs touch my wife? No, not even for a million quid."
She was still wearing the mini and transparent blouse she'd had on over lunch, and I could see her nipples stiffen through the sheer lace bra.
"C'mon, how bad can it be? Besides, you've always had this fantasy about watching other men fuck me. And this is worth one million pounds."
It was more her fantasy than mine. Ever since she watched a porno of two men fucking some blond bimbo at the same time. My mind was in turmoil. I couldn't believe she was actually considering it. But I must admit, the thought was turning me on.
Mandy squirmed in my lap. "Look, how about I wear that black set you bought me. You know, the stockings, suspenders and under-the-nipple bra. And I'll wear those really high fuck-me shoes. You know the effect that has on you; two seconds and it's all over. How long do you think those two Arabs will last, huh?"
Her nipples were poking through the thin material and I was straining to keep my cock from getting any harder.
"You're getting turned on thinking about it, aren't you?" she said, feeling my hard cock pressing into her arse.
I must admit, the thought of those two elderly Arabs fucking my wife did have a certain appeal, but I couldn't give in that easily.
"No way. Anyway, my fantasy was to watch. It's just that – a fantasy."
She slid to the floor and released my stiff member from its confines. The heat as her lips closed over the knob-head was incredible. Her big blue eyes locked on mine as she ever so slowly took the entire length into her mouth, past the gag reflex and into her throat. If it's one thing she excelled at, it was giving blowjobs.
"Imagine me doing this to them," she said, pausing for a second. "Just how long do you think they could last? I bet they can't get it up more than once. And let’s face it, one million quid for a quick blowjob is good value for money."
She went back to sucking my cock. The things she was saying were starting to make sense. Okay, she'd have to suck them off, but at least they wouldn't get to fuck her.
She started to hum as her mouth worked its magic, sending vibrations up and down the shaft. I shut my eyes and imagined the two men fucking her lovely mouth. "Oh yes. Yes, let’s do it," I said, just as the first spurt shot down her throat.
She finished sucking me dry and then headed for the bathroom to prepare for the night ahead.
"There's one condition," I said. "You keep your kinky gear on and tell me every detail of what happened when you get home. Oh, and I want you back by midnight. You tell them that's the deadline."
I watched as she started to get ready. First, she tied her long blond hair back into a ponytail.
"Don't want this lot messed up," she laughed.
Then she applied her make-up. Bright red lipstick, black mascara and blue eye shadow. She painted her toe and fingernails to match the lipstick. Once that was dry, she started to dress. First the black stockings with the seam up the back. She took her time making sure the seams were straight, teasing me by leaning forward further than necessary.
Then it was the matching suspender belt and transparent black g-string, her freshly shaven pussy clearly visible through the flimsy material. Standing up, she heaved her ample tits into the under-nipple bra, adjusting them to make sure the nipples stood out straight. The final touch was a pair of black, patent leather platform shoes with five-inch heels.
"Well?" she asked, parading around the room, checking herself in the full-length mirror.
"Anyone would think you're actually looking forward to this," I said, the butterflies churning away inside me.
She came over and sat beside me on the bed. "I'm sorry, hon. Of course I'm not looking forward to it. I told you: if I can turn them on quickly, I'll probably get away with a quick blowjob each. Just keep thinking: one million pounds."
Standing up, She pulled on a short button-up-the-front dress as she talked, finally standing in front of me, hands on hips. "Will I do?"
"Mandy, are you really sure you want to do this? There'll be other deals, you know."
"Sweetheart, in a few hours it will all be over, and we'll be one million pounds richer. It'll be okay, I promise."
A few minutes later, she was in her car on her way to the hotel.
***
It was nearly 1 am when she finally arrived home. Apart from the makeup being slightly askew and her hair hanging loose, she looked perfectly reasonable. I was sitting on the sofa and she came and stood in front of me.
"Well?" I enquired.
She pulled her wet panties from her handbag and threw them on my lap. I could see that she was slightly tipsy. Leaning forward slightly, I ran my hand up her leg, enjoying the feel of the silk stocking as I made my way to her cunt. She opened her legs to give me easy access. What I felt made my heart jump. Her cunt was dripping with spunk.
"I'm sorry, love. I'm so, so sorry." She started to cry.
Cradling her in my arms, I took her up to bed. I had intended to help her undress, bathe her and put her to bed, but when I removed the dress and saw the love bites on her tits and the spunk running from her cunt, my cock seemed to take over.
I stripped off quickly and lay beside her on the bed, my hand automatically going to her juicy cunt. "Want to tell me about it?" I asked, softly brushing the hair from her face.
"I thought it would all be over in ten minutes. I just didn't realise..." She started to cry again.
"Hey, it's alright. Just take your time and tell me everything that happened.
"You do still love me, don't you?"
"Yes, of course I do. Now start from when you got to the hotel room.
"It was awful. The older one, Jarmel, opened the door and led me into the lounge area. Before I could say anything, he gave me a glass of champagne and made me sit on the sofa. I couldn't see the other one, but Jarmel sat beside me and started to touch me up."
"What do you mean, touch you up?"
"You know, he started to run his hands up my legs and tried to feel my pussy. When I kept my legs shut he..." Tears started to well up in her eyes again.