It had been a demanding but successful week. On the first of the week, I was away for two nights and arrived home on Wednesday. I walked in, and Sarah kissed me. She had made dinner, so I went and washed up, and then we sat to eat.

We discussed my trip as usual, and I told Sarah about my success. She was very happy for me and promised we would celebrate later. That excited me, and it was a nice bonus. The excitement was short-lived, however. Sarah also had a surprise for me. She told me she had an overnight trip to DC the next day. It was a rare occurrence but necessary. There was a Congressional Committee Hearing that her boss, company Vice President Elijah Travis, was to testify before. As Elijah’s attorney, Sarah was required to attend to provide legal counsel if needed.

The plan was to fly out Thursday morning and attend the committee meeting that same day, with Elijah testifying after lunch. Sarah had done this several times before, but not in over a year. She had been required to go on several other business trips over the last year, and over the past few years, there have been three or four trips a year. Sarah explained that there was a dinner meeting with their lobbyist team after the hearing, so they would stay the night and fly home in the morning.

I bit my lip, not wanting to mess up Sarah's bonus treat for me later. After we finished dinner and cleaned up, it was time for Sarah’s treat.

Boy, I was glad that I didn’t mess that up. Sarah reminded me what a sexual animal she was and almost fucked me to death, giving me her pussy several times, her mouth twice, and, for dessert, her sweet ass! That was a true gift, and I worshiped it as long as I could, licking her crinkle pucker, then fucking it until she clamped down on my cock, making me fill her ass with a large load of cum. The whole session was simply mind-blowing and incredible, or you can use any other word you want to use to describe a sexual masterpiece.

We cuddled and slept soundly, but we were up early for the town car to pick her up at 6:30 a.m. As Sarah dressed, she looked stunning in her tailored business suit. She carried her overnight bag and came to the kitchen. I made coffee and an English muffin for her, kissed her, and sent her off with a travel cup.

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I watched the town car pull away and wished she didn’t have to make the trip. But it was only one night, so it was no big deal. I decided to shower and go to work early.

I was the only one there when I arrived so that I could do uninterrupted work. First, I made a coffee with my Keurig and sat back in my chair, reflecting on my trip. It was a great success. I finally signed a three-year contract with Robert Simmons, CEO of The Simmons Company. He was a good man and happy we were doing business, as I was. I worked for nine months on this agreement and finally closed it. What a relief. This was my second largest and most profitable account. The annual billable hours were in the millions, and my compensation was substantial each year.

As the office began to fill, everyone was happy and congratulated me.

We completed the paperwork and put the agreement in the system, and the day went on. I had an early lunch with Thomas Rains, the managing partner. We kept it short so I could return and satisfy my curiosity, tune into CSPAN, and proudly see my wife in action. Not that there would be much to see. Sarah would just be sitting beside Elijah as he testified. As it was, I was late tuning in, and the hearing was already underway. Three people were testifying on a subject I couldn't care less about. The camera focused on each of them as they talked. I saw their counsels sitting beside them, but the person sitting by Elijah was Thomas Reed, not Sarah. Thomas is the lead counsel at the company and Sarah's real boss. That struck me as odd. Where was Sarah? Why would Sarah need to be there if Thomas were there counseling Elijah?

I continued to watch, thinking Sarah could be sitting behind them, but she was not. Sarah was not there at all. What was going on?

Sarah had told me this was a crucial trip for her. Today would be the first time she would be lead counsel before a committee so that it would be a feather in her cap. But where was she, and why was Thomas Reed even there?

I called Sarah’s office, and Beth, her assistant, answered. "Hello, Sarah Wilson's office. This is Beth. May I help you?"

I started to speak, but Beth cut me off, "Oh, hi Johnny, Sarah is not here… Ahh… but you know that, right?" she stammered.

Beth's voice sounded strange, surprised that I had called. That seemed odd as well.

"Beth, where is she?" I was a little curt.

"Uhhh, Sarah is in DC with Elijah and Thomas. But you know that too." Beth's answer sounded more like a question than a statement. Odd again.

"Well, Beth, I am not sure that is true. I am watching the committee hearing this second, and Sarah is not there. Thomas is with Elijah, not Sarah. She told me she would be the lead counsel, and Thomas was not going on the trip. Beth, something is not right here. So, I ask again, where the hell is Sarah?"

There was sudden silence… damn, I had been put on hold. I waited several minutes listening to some irritating music when a man's voice came on the line.

"John, this is Nathan Stills. May I help you?"

What…why was the CEO of Milatech, the company, on the phone with me when all I was trying to do was find my wife? Now that is VERY ODD!

"Mr. Stills, why are you on the phone with me? Is something wrong with Sarah?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, no, John, nothing like that. We have a bit of misinformation here, that is all. Sarah is in DC, but she is working on a fairly private matter that we could not explain to you, so we told her to tell you she would be with Elijah at the hearing. Now you know that is not true. Unfortunately, we cannot share the nature of her visit to DC with you. It is private and classified." Nathan explained, but not to my satisfaction.

"Wait, Mr. Stills, that makes no sense. What private matters or classified things are we talking about? I need some answers here. My wife lied about this trip, so I feel extremely uncomfortable. What is the truth, and where is my wife?" I demanded.

"OK, John, I can tell you this. Sarah is meeting with a new client we are courting for a big government contract. I can't tell you anymore. She has been negotiating with them all day, and a private dinner tonight could swing the deal. No one knew we were talking with this person, so when we had to attend this hearing, we slipped Sarah on the plane with Elijah and Thomas. I suppose it is a little cloak and dagger, but it had to be done secretly. You understand, don’t you?" he asked directly, then continued.

"Sarah is great at this style of negotiating work. She is a tremendous asset to the company. Her skills are like that of no other employee we have on staff. Sarah has helped us to close many other large clients over the past few years, including three in the last year. She will close this deal tonight; I am sure of it.

"John, this is all I can say about DC. But I will tell you something Sarah doesn't know yet. When she closes this deal, she will receive a large bonus and a promotion to the second in line in our legal department, right behind Thomas. John, only you, Elijah, Thomas, and I know this information, so John, you should be proud of Sarah. She is an extraordinary woman. Please keep this under your hat until the contract is signed and the deal is complete. Then we will have an internal celebration, and I will tell Sarah the good news," Nathan said gleefully.

Wow, I was shocked by what I had just heard. I had no idea what Sarah did for the company's legal department; we had never discussed it. Listening to Nathan, I heard she was very accomplished at her job and that he liked her. After hearing that, I felt a little more at ease about things.

"Well, Mr. Stills, that is exciting. I had no idea. Can we meet sometime? I have never had the opportunity and would like to get to know you," I said.

"Sure, we can, John, but please stop calling me Mr. Stills and Nathan. We will make that happen after this deal is sealed, okay? Maybe dinner at my house would be nice for all of us. How does that sound?" Nathan asked.  

"That would be nice. I could meet your wife then." I said, fishing for information.

"Oh, John, no, I am not married. A confirmed bachelor, I am afraid, married to my business, and there are way too many beautiful women out there to be tied down to just one."

What, Nathan is single? I thought about it briefly and remembered that Thomas, Elijah, and William Freed, the Vice President/COO, were also single. I also remembered that Sarah had told me that most of the other staff and upper management were women. When Sarah started working there five years ago, she had mentioned that, and we both thought it was strange. 

"Oh, I see your point. I was a lucky man to find Sarah. She is both beautiful and smart." I praised.

"Yes, John, Sarah is unique. As I am sure you are aware, the many talents she uses in her job are extraordinary. It takes great discipline and control to do the work she does for us, and she is greatly appreciated, as you have just heard about the forthcoming rewards she has earned.

Look, John. I must go; I have a meeting to attend. It was good talking to you, and I hope I have cleared up any concerns you may have. Have a good day, goodbye." Before I could say goodbye, Nathan hung up on me.

I sat back, thinking about what I had heard. Instead of answering my questions, many more questions were created. In the eight years since we were married and the five years Sarah had worked for Milatech, Inc., we had never really talked about her company or job. I knew Milatech, Inc. was a government defense contractor doing what I did not know. Sarah was a lawyer specializing in corporate law and worked on projects, but that was the extent of my understanding.

Sarah was paid very well into the mid-six figures. But like all the other spouses, none of us had ever been invited to a company outing or party, and they seemed to have one of them every quarter celebrating something. I had also never had any communication with Sarah's superiors before today. It was all quite secretive, as is expected as a defense contractor. 

I parked all Nathan's information, as cryptic as it was, in my logical brain. Then, I went on about my business, finishing up all the paper and computer work for my big deal and taking the rest of the day off.

I stopped at the gym for a good workout. My trainer was there, so he put me through a routine. Then I had a sauna and a great massage from Jillian, my favorite masseuse.  

I was a limp rag when she finished and horny as hell. I have always wondered what a 'happy ending' from Jillian would be like. She was an incredible beauty, and her hands were like magic. She always wore tight white Lycra yoga shorts and tops with nothing underneath. I knew her pussy was smooth because the shorts looked like they were painted on her body. The seam in the shorts fit deep between her puffy pussy lips showing a beautiful cameltoe. Her breasts were firm but compressed by her top. I was sure she was a 36DD with enormous nipples that poked out like rifle bullets. The only thing that kept me from cumming when she massaged me was that she was a lesbian. That turned me off a little keeping my cock from getting its hopes up. Boy, what a waste of some sweet pussy. 

Usually, I would go home, and Sarah would happily take care of me. We would spend an incredible hour before dinner sucking and fucking. We have no children yet, so we can have a sexy, 'free for all' anytime. That is usually every night. Sarah is a lusty lady, and I doubt she can be completely delighted. She is insatiable, always wanting more sex of any kind. I do my best to make it happen, but sometimes, she wears me out. I am not complaining, and I don't want her to either.

On my way home, I saw I had a couple of texts from Sarah. I stopped at the convenience store and read them.

Sarah's text: "Hey babe, it has been a hectic day. I have a break for a while. I am getting a bite to eat. Call me if you get this soon. Love You!"

Sarah's second text: "Hey, I spoke to Beth. She said you were looking for me and talked to Nathan. I told you where I was; why did you call the office and disturb Nathan?"

Wow, that message was a little snarky. I must have hit a nerve with her, but why?

I called her, but it had been an hour, so the call went to voice mail. In response, I sent her a snarky text.

My text: "Sarah, I called because I was worried when I tuned in to CSPAN to see you on TV, and you weren't there. Thomas was by Elijah, not you. You told me Thomas was not going, and you were the lead counsel. That was a lie, it turns out. Have you lied to me before? What the hell is going on? I am concerned and not happy after talking to Nathan."

I bought a twelve-pack of Modelo, ordered a Domino’s Supreme pizza on their app for takeout, and headed home. Since Sarah was away, I could eat pizza, drink beer, watch a hockey game, and be a sloppy man tonight.

I stopped at Domino’s Pizza, which is around the corner from my home. As I was waiting for the pizza, my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Sarah.

Sarah's text: "I am sorry I lied to you. I don't know what Nathan told you, but I cannot tell you anything. Sorry if that upsets you. I will be home in the morning, and we can talk about it then. Now I need to go; I have a dinner date I have to go on. Please don't call me. I cannot talk to you until late tonight, so save it till tomorrow. I love you night."

Wow, what an attitude! I reread her text. Sarah was talking down to me, and I didn't like the tone. And what the fuck was this 'Dinner Date' bullshit?

I was fired up, so I sent a stinger of a text.

My text: "Well, little miss Priss, you are surely full of yourself. I don't like your fucking attitude. You lied to me, and I caught you in something, and I am not sure exactly what. And now you are off on a dinner date! That is a little shocking to me. I thought when we got married, you stopped dating, but maybe not! I hope you have fun because you won't have any with me when you get home. You are coming home, aren't you?"

I pressed send, with no I Love You. Well Fuck, Sarah and Nathan pissed me off. I tossed my phone in the other seat, picked up the pizza, and drove home.

As I turned into my driveway, my phone rang. I ignored it and pulled into the garage.

I hung my computer bag over my shoulder, picked up the twelve-pack and pizza, leaving my phone on the seat. I didn't want to hear any of Sarah's bullshit.

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Shit!!! This wasn't good… Johnny was upset.

His texts were pretty pointed, and it worried me that he might suspect something was happening. John is an intelligent man, and if he started to dig into things, he might be able to find some things he would not like. His last text was harsh and disturbed me more. I don't know what Nathan told him, but with that information and my lie about the trip, it had been enough to wind Johnny up. I need to talk to Johnny now so I can cool him down.

I called, but he ignored me. That worried me a lot. I needed to talk to Johnny. He could never know what I do for Milatech; he would divorce me in a second, and I could never let that happen. I love Johnny with my whole being. I would die without him in my life. He is the stabilizing force that allows my brain to compartmentalize what I do for work, separating it from John and my marriage and loving relationship. 

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I was on one of my special trips, providing my special services for Milatech to close a significant and lucrative deal with a secret client. I negotiate the legal aspects of the final contract and have the 'power of the pen' for the company. I always have my boundaries, but I make the deal happen within those. Once the agreement is completed, I orchestrate an overnight celebration like a symphony. The clients are treated to a once-in-a-lifetime experience they will never forget, nor will we ever allow them to forget. Every minute of the evening is recorded in 5K quality video and sound for safekeeping and future persuasion if required.   

Johnny knows little about these trips, only that I have taken some of them. I have taken several trips in the past nine months, plus twelve more trips over the past three years. These trips are mostly when Johnny is away on business, but not always. The trips typically last one night. Once we have completed a deal and received a new contract, my services are performed, and these deals generate millions of dollars for the company over the multiyear term. Each trip is uniquely customized as a one-time event specifically for the team of executives.

That is my job; I am the CLOSER!

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I need to explain. I am a bar-certified attorney hired by Milatech, Inc., five years ago as a legal associate to work on defense contracts. For the first two years of my employment, I worked for Thomas Reed, the head of the legal department. Our department worked on many military contracts, so I obtained a top-secret security clearance. Our department handled all the legal work the company needed to complete.

During my tenure with the company, we had events, parties, and outings a few times a year, but no spouses were ever invited. It was explained that we needed to be a dedicated team, and each event would help build the team. It all made sense, so no one questioned the policy. Johnny always thought it was a strange policy, but they were paying me a lot, so he accepted it.

In early January of my third year, I was invited to a private party at the stately home of the CEO, Nathan Stills. The party was in the evening, and the invitation stated that the dress code for women was elegant, with short evening dresses and evening attire for men.

Johnny saw the invitation lying on the kitchen counter and read it. He looked at me with an odd look, "Sounds very formal; how many people are going to be there?"

"Johnny, I have no idea. Most of these events are for everyone. The company has almost two hundred employees, but this party is not for all. I don’t know who will be attending. I was surprised I was invited. I wanted you to go with me, and I am sorry you cannot. I would have so much more fun and feel better."

"Are you worried something will happen?" John asked.

"Oh no, I love you and just want you with me. I will be with the company's leaders, and you know how nervous I can be." I said.

"I wish I could go too, but you will do just fine. Enjoy yourself. You will be able to see Nathan's big ass house finally." John said with a smile.

That night, as I dressed, Johnny watched me, making me self-conscious. I had showered and shaved my pussy, so that when I got home, I would treat Johnny to a hot night loving my sweet smooth pussy.

I slipped on a new sexy black lace, almost see-through shelf bra and thong set. I rolled on my black thigh-high silk stockings and slipped on my five-inch stilettos. I stood looking at myself in my full-length mirror. Johnny stepped up behind me, smiling into the mirror. He was much taller, six feet two with broad shoulders, and two hundred pounds. We looked hot together, with Johnny dressed and me half naked. John’s hands reached around, cupping my firm 36D breasts wrapped in the thin lace. He gently caressed them, rubbing his thumbs over my exposed nipples set in the bra slots, making them hard like stones.

I gasped, "Oh, Johnny!" and shivered as his hand squeezed my globes.

Johnny's fingers slowly slipped down my tight body across my rippled abs to the waist string of my thong. My skin quivered under Johnny's fingers as they danced across my belly, tracing along the string, then they quickly dipped under and cupped my hot, wet pussy. His fingers spread wide, opening my lips, letting his long middle finger slip across my hard nub into my hot, moist center.

I gasped as Johnny's finger pushed up, touching my spot, rubbing it, driving me crazy. My knees buckled, and my pussy settled in his palm as his long finger slipped deeper inside me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my pussy came hard, wetting Johnny's hand. He kissed my neck just behind the ear, making me shiver and cum even harder.

Johnny whispered as he nipped my earlobe, "Remember this while you are partying tonight. I am waiting with my hard nine inches ready to fill your hot fucking pussy with a ball sack of cum."

"Oh God, Johnny, you are evil." I sighed as I pushed my back, feeling his hard cock against my ass. I pressed my pussy down on his finger and came again.

Reluctantly, I turned to Johnny, making his finger slip out of me. I kissed him hard, pushing my tongue in his mouth as I gripped his semi-hard cock snaking down the left leg of his shorts. Squeezing him made Johnny moan. I saw him lick his finger wet with my cream, then he offered it to me, and I greedily tasted myself. “You know, I could turn you around, push you over the bed, and fuck you right now, filling your pussy with a full load of cum that you can take with you to the party so you will squish all night long," Johnny teased.

My body shook as I heard his words. God, I so wanted Johnny to fuck me right then, but I knew I could not go to this party full of his cum. I pushed him away, "No baby, we can't. I will smell of sex and will leak your cum down my thighs all night. Please leave me alone now. I need to finish dressing. The car will pick me up in thirty minutes.

"What the hell? They are sending a car for you?" John asked quizzically.

"I don't know why, but they did, so I am taking it?" I said.

"Okay, Sarah. Remember what I said. I will await you tonight, hard and ready, so don't be too late," John said firmly.

"Okay, baby. I won’t be. You have me soaking wet already. Go away and let me finish now." I kissed him and pushed him out the door to finish dolling him up.

I came down as the town car arrived. I looked incredible as I draped a black lacy wrap over my shoulders. There was a knock at the door. Johnny suddenly had a painful look when he saw me looking like a movie star. I kissed him, slipping my tongue against his. We said nothing, speaking only with our eyes.

I walked to the door and opened it. Timothy, Nathan's driver, was standing there. He smiled and said, “Good evening, ma’am. Your car is ready.”

I walked out. I looked back and saw Johnny turn away as the driver closed the door. We then walked to the car and drove off. Although I was sad that Johnny was staying home, I was excited to see what would happen tonight. I settled back in the plush seat and sipped the Cristal Champagne Timothy had poured. I sighed as excitement spread through me.

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When the car arrived at Nathan's home, it was an estate. The gates opened, and we drove up a long driveway to the incredible mansion. Many town cars were parked, and the drivers stood around talking to each other.

My door opened, and a lovely black gentleman reached out his hand for mine. "Ms. Wilson?" He asked.

"Yes, I am Ms. Wilson."

"Ellis is my name. May I walk you to the door?" he asked politely.

I was stunned by his attention and politeness. We walked to the door, and he handed me off to another black gentleman, Stewart, who ushered me into the house and down a long hallway. We turned into a large room with about thirty people standing around, drinking, and chatting.

We stopped, and Stewart announced my name. "Ms. Sarah Wilson has arrived."

His words sent shivers through me. I had never been announced before, and it was thrilling. The room went quiet, and everyone turned toward me. I was overwhelmed when the group smiled and clapped at my arrival. But why? I was confused but happy.

Then Nathan appeared out of nowhere and took my arm. "We are so happy to have you here tonight, Sarah." He said sweetly.

I was handed a glass of champagne, and the night started. It was the night that would change my life forever and threaten my marriage in ways I never expected.

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There was champagne or cocktails, dinner, coffee, dessert, and whatever was planned to happen afterward.

Nathan walked me around and introduced me to everyone. I met many people, primarily senior staff, board members, or long-time employees. I was still unsure why I was invited, as I didn't fit into those categories.

Nathan stayed on my arm the whole evening. He kept my drink glass full, and we sat together for a delicious dinner. We talked, and he asked many questions about John and me, our life together, and my family. I thought it odd that he was so personal, but things began to make sense later.

The party was terrific. All the people were so lovely to me, making me feel like a family member. I still was not sure why I had been invited.

The party began to break up around 10:00 pm. As people left, Nathan asked me to stay a while longer. He and the senior staff wanted to talk to me about an opportunity I may be interested in.

I was surprised but intrigued by what they may have in mind. I agreed to stay but told Nathan I had only an hour and then had to leave.

Everyone had gone and wished me well on their way out, which was odd. Then, there were just the four men and me. It was strange to be there with no other women present, but I didn't show any concerns. These were all respectable businessmen, so I felt safe.

Steward brought a tray of Remi Martin’s in warm snifters as we sat in Nathan's study.

Nathan sat back, looking at me, and lit a Cuban cigar. He offered cigars around, but only Elijah took one. Nathan took a deep pull and blew out a few smoke rings. I thought that was cool. Then he looked at me, sipping his cognac.

"Sarah, you are a beautiful, fascinating woman and talented attorney. We are blessed to have you on our team. You have learned our business on the surface and seem to understand it well. Your work is exemplary, so we have invited you here tonight. Everyone in the room received a brief bio on you before coming tonight. That is partly why you received such a wonderful greeting when announced."

Elijah said, "Yes, they were all excited to meet you. You worked the room beautifully, showing everyone your social side to a tea. I am sure you are wondering what this is all about, so let's cut to the chase so we can get you out of here and home to John, your loyal husband."     

I sat there, sipping my drink, asking myself that exact question. It felt so good; now I would get the 'rest of the story'!

Thomas stood up and approached me. He reached into a valise and handed me two documents. The first one was an NDA, a non-disclosure agreement. I had signed many of these during my tenure with the company. The second one was sealed.

Thomas requested, "Sarah, please sign the NDA I gave you so we can tell you why we have you here tonight."

I looked around the room and had an odd feeling I was about to learn things that no one outside this room knew or would ever know. That excited me.

"Is there anything I need to know before I sign this NDA, life or death, termination of a job, of life, anything like that?" I asked in a lighthearted way, teasing but serious at the same time.

The men looked at each other, and then Thomas smiled. "No, nothing like that, but what we are about to tell you is Top Secret for our business. You will be the fifth person to know this information, which is sacred. Once you sign the NDA, you cannot tell your husband what happens here tonight or anything after tonight. That is one reason that none of us are married."

That statement alarmed me, and I became nervous. If must have shown, Nathan approached me, "It is all good, you will see." and stroked my hair.

I needed to get away from them for a minute and think. "I need the powder room for a minute."

"OK, can you please put your cell phone on the table?" Thomas requested.

I understood and complied, walking out and letting Stewart guide me down the hall.

I sat on the toilet and peed. I wondered what they were going to tell me and why. What did I have to offer that these powerful men didn't already have? Then it hit me: they needed a woman, and I had been chosen to be her. A shiver ran down my back and settled deep inside me. So many questions. Did I have to have sex with them? Was this legal? What could it possibly be?

I finished washing my hands and walked back to the room. Stewart opened the door, and the men were huddled together, talking.

I sat down and picked up the NDA, "So, where do I sign?"

Their four faces all broke into broad smiles.

I signed, handing the NDA back to Thomas, leaving me with the sealed document.

"Wonderful, Wonderful Sarah, welcome to the team, officially," Nathan said with a wide smile. He rose and pulled me up, hugging me and looking into my eyes. "Sarah, I promise you, you will not regret your decision."

Then Nathan kissed me on each cheek and turned me to each of the others. We all embraced, and they each gave me kisses on each cheek.

The deal was sealed. My heart pounded, my palms sweated, and I was extremely nervous. So, what was this deal I had just agreed to?

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"Sarah, please open the envelope," Thomas said.

I did, and for the next thirty minutes, Thomas explained the deal and what the document covered. There are many details, so I will give you the cleft notes version and not waste your time now.

Thomas explained Milatech's current need: "Sarah, as you know, we are an international defense contractor on the surface, but we are a primary arms dealer underneath—not a bad one, but a good one. We only sell weapons to good groups that promote democracy, never to terrorists.

For the past ten years, a European woman, Elena, has performed the job we are recruiting you to do. Elena has been the go-between between all the clients and the company. She negotiates deals and provides unique services to seal them. The services she provides are controversial and would have damaged the clients if they had been disclosed. The fear of exposure guarantees that the deals are honored and kept secret.

Unfortunately, due to circumstances, Elena is no longer deemed trustworthy, so she is now 'out of the picture,' so to speak. We need a replacement for her, and Sarah, you are perfect for the job and the other tasks. I will warn you that some of what you read may be disturbing, but we will discuss it, and you will understand that it is not as bad as it may seem. Read it over, and we will discuss it."

Thomas unsealed the document, and I was given a few minutes to read the job description. I was shocked at what I read. Many of the duties aligned with my legal training and were easily accomplished. I was familiar with the other tasks Elena had performed, as I performed them almost daily with my husband, but I had never performed them with anyone other than John since we were married.

My emotions jumped on a rollercoaster, and I went for an incredible ride. As I continued to read the document, the financial rewards became clear. If I took full responsibility for all the stated duties, my $300,000 salary would double to $600,000. To keep appearances and suspicions away, my expected salary would be deposited as it is today, and the other $300,000 would be deposited in a lump sum immediately and on every anniversary date into an offshore investment account managed by an aggressive manager. Those dollars are guaranteed against loss for the five-year length of the contract. If I receive a performance raise, a like amount will be deposited to the offshore account, and the annual deposit will be increased by that amount. There will periodically be bonuses for my performance, which will also be matched and deposited into the account.

There will be only three to five of these deals per year. None of them would require more than one night away from home and could be scheduled around John's travel schedule, so there would be no separation.

For the remainder of the time, I would work on regular company business and, when the time was right, be involved in these deals to establish my position as chief negotiator.

Acquiring these accounts required a considerable budget so that everything would be first-class.

After some time, I will receive an appropriate promotion, raising my profile among other company employees. With the promotion, I will become the company's jewel and primary spokeswoman.

I am not responsible for providing any favors to any company member, and my full respect will always be intact.

So, there you have it. I will be the company whore, personally responsible for being the one that will satisfy the sexual desires of these secret clients, or I will arrange for the individuals that will fulfill the client's every sexual need. For one night only, per deal!

The men were quiet for fifteen minutes while I read the document. When I finished, they all looked at me, awaiting my reaction but not saying a word. I closed my eyes and let it all sink in.

In essence, I was being paid hundreds of thousands of dollars each year, tax-free, as well as tax-free bonuses, for spending three to five nights each year in bed with groups of men while we sucked and fucked each other. I can imagine everything we could do to each other or in a group, which I have done some time in my sexual life, just not in many years. So, none of this would be new to me. Another advantage was that I could and would hire additional ladies to provide services that I could not do or chose not to. I was in control and would only do what I wanted in the situation and nothing more. 

Then I thought about Johnny and me. How could I possibly do this and keep it hidden from John? Was I sure I wanted to hide it or even risk it? Could I do this for five years, knowing that if I did, we would be financially set for life and could walk away, live wherever we wanted, and do whatever we wanted? In five years, how would I tell Johnny about the money and how I earned it? How would he react?

John is an intelligent man. Would he know something was different? Can I act as I do today without change? How would our lives change, or would it?

Then the biggest question was, could I have children in the next five years?

These were all questions I could not answer then, so I looked around the room and smiled. "You are all very naughty men and good businessmen. It is clear to me that you have each personally sacrificed your love of a woman or a man for the sake of the business. That is either admirable or stupid to have done, but I cannot judge that; only you can measure that for yourself.

As for me, I am not willing to sacrifice the love of my life for the company or anything else. So, this opportunity creates a huge dilemma for me. I vowed on my wedding day to forsake all others for as long as I am married. So, as you can see, what you are asking me to do violates all the moral rules in my life. I am not saying that I am rejecting this offer, but I need time to think through this and see how I can do this and remain faithful to everything in my life. I hope you understand."

The men's looks changed from happy to concerned. Nathan mashed his cigar in the ashtray, grinding it down in frustration. The others went to the bar and poured long drinks. They murmured amongst themselves, taking fleeting looks at me. Then Thomas turned and asked, "How much time do you need, Sarah?"

I hadn't expected this response. I thought they would understand I could not do this, which would be the end. I expected I could be fired, too. I thought for a minute.

I stood up, walked to the bar, and poured a glass of Macallan 12-year-old Scotch. Standing amongst them, I gulped it down and poured another. I turned and stood with them.

Nathan moved in front of me. He smiled and stroked my cheek. He surprised me.

"Sarah, we want you to join our team, so I need to know two things. One… how much time do you need? Two… If I transfer a million dollars today into your account, will you accept the opportunity?"

Oh God… What… I was stunned. My legs were instantly weak. I leaned back against the bar to stabilize myself. I did not know how to answer Nathan. My mouth was dry, and my nerves were frazzled. The look on my face must have been strange.

"Sarah, are you ok?" Nathan gripped my shoulders and lightly shook me.

I came around and looked into Nathan's eyes. I took a deep breath and shook my head.

"You said, $1,000,000 now, today, mine. You want me that bad; you would do that?" I questioned.

Nathan smiled. "Just say yes, sign the contract, and I will make the transfer before you leave here tonight. It will be yours tomorrow morning to do whatever you want to do with it."

I looked at the others. They were intently looking at me, awaiting my answer.

I turned to the bar. There was a bottle of Cristal Champagne on the ice. I pulled it out by the neck and turned. "Boys, let's pop this open and celebrate!"

Thomas took the bottle from me, loosened the cork with a loud pop, and filled each glass. He passed them around, and Nathan raised his glass, "Here is to Sarah Wilson, our newest team member."

'The boys', as I started to call them after that day, all clinked glasses with mine and yelled, "Salute!"

I kissed each of the men hard on the mouth, shocking them.

"Gentleman, that kiss is the only one you will ever receive from me. From this night forward, our relationship will be 100% business for five years. You will accommodate all of my and Johnny's needs. Beginning tonight, once I sign this contract, we will all be equal in all decisions about the number of deals we will close each year and how I will proceed with each client. We will develop a strategy for each one, the type of reward they will receive, and if I am required to be active on the reward night or if we are contracting the party out."

Thomas went to the table and brought the contracts back to the bar. He laid them before me and handed me a Monte Blanc fountain pen. I turned to Nathan and said, "Add the $1,000,000 to the contract," and gave him the pen.

Nathan moved to the bar and wrote in the $1,000,000 provision in the two copies of the contract.

He turned to me and presented the pen to me. "Madam!"

I took the pen with a smile. It was the 'moment of truth'… was I going to do this?

I looked at each man and took a deep breath. Then, I signed two copies of the contract. My whole body tingled, and my heart raced. I put the pen down and shook hands with my new team members.

I looked at my watch; it was after 11:00 pm. I needed to leave.

"Gentlemen, this night has been unusual and not what I expected. I look forward to working together and making a lot of money for all of us. I must take my leave and go home and fuck my husband. We will talk tomorrow. Nathan, please send the bank and transfer information to my old Gmail account. I will text it to you on my way home. Good night, and thank you to all of you."

Thomas handed me a copy of the contract and the Monte Blanc pen. "Good night!"

Stewart walked me to the front door, and Ellis walked me to my town car. The ride home was mental turmoil. What had I just done? Have I sold out my marriage for $1,000,000?

How do I make this work? What about my husband, my values, and what happens after the five years are up? Johnny and I will have children by then, and I will have to tell him about the last five years and where the millions came from. I must ensure that our life is perfect so he knows I never shorted him in anything. I must ensure Johnny knows I love him every minute and always will.

When I arrived home, the car door opened. I looked up at the house; it was dark. I had to put the contract somewhere, so Johnny would not see it. I will move it to a secure place tomorrow. I folded it and stuffed it and the pen in my handbag. I walked to the house, and the door opened. Johnny was standing there. My heart leaped.

I smiled and moved into Johnny's arms. We kissed as he pulled me into the house and closed the door. We kissed with more passion, and our hands began to roam. Slowly, we made our way to the steps. Johnny lifted me and carried me up the stairs, kissing me the whole way. My body was on fire, and we had not said one word.

Through the door, there were candles and the smell of incense.

That night was magical. As I came for the fourth time and Johny filled me with his cum, I knew I could do this, and Johnny and I would have a wonderful life together just like we have had since we were married. I would never let the 'deal' interfere with our life. I loved John Wilson more than anything and always will.

Now, sleep tonight before my new life starts tomorrow.

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When I woke up, I went into the bathroom with my phone. I opened Nathan's text and clicked on the link to my new Belize Bank account. I logged in and changed my password and credentials to secure my account. Once the access page opened, I breathed deeply and pressed "My Account." I gasped when the screen opened. There… there it was, in black and white: $1,000,000!

Oh My God.

That was a little over three years ago, and I now have almost $4,650,000 in my account, all well-invested in major companies such as Apple, Google, Amazon, and many others. I have added tens of thousands of market values to my future life daily.

Things had gone perfectly, that is, until today.

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