We hadn’t spoken another word about Mr. Johnstone. She spent the whole evening on the computer, and I tried to tend to the pressing matters that faced me at work the following day.
When I arrived at our downtown offices the following day, my assistant Janie, who I shared with three other execs at the company, greeted me at the elevator.
“Mr. Hon has been in your office for fifteen minutes,” she told me, the stress in her voice evident.
“What!?”
“He’s early, and he doesn’t look happy.”
“Janie, why couldn’t you have sent me a text message or something.”
“I did.”
I looked down at my phone and saw the text. My ringer had been off. Now worried and furious about my mistake, I headed to my office. I needed a calm approach to navigate this deal, and I’d just sabotaged myself.
I closed the door behind me. “Mr. Hon! I’m so sorry I am late…”
The conversation didn’t go well. He was ready to pull our funding if I didn’t get our act together in the next few days. He convinced me to meet with some of his associates that evening at their hotel.
I called my wife to ask if she could accompany me to the dinner. She’s always calmed me, but after she agreed and we hung up, the screaming in my head returned. I pushed the thoughts of last night out of my head and carried on with my day as best I could.
That evening, I drove by our place to pick her up. As she got into the car, her perfume hit me. I’ve always loved that perfume.
“You look great, babe,” I said. She was wearing a simple black dress and heels. It showed a little cleavage but in a classy way. We drove to the hotel, and I explained how the deal went south.
She frowned but didn’t say anything.
When we arrived at the hotel, Mr. Hon and his associates were waiting at the table already. “Jesus, I can’t catch a break. I wonder how long they’ve been waiting for us,” I whispered into my wife’s ear.
“Just relax. Freaking out isn’t going to help.”
I introduced everyone to her, and we sat and ate. The conversation stayed off of work topics throughout the dinner, and I was starting to relax. I got up to use the bathroom, and when I returned, Mr. Hon was talking intently to my wife. She is a charmer, and I was very glad to have brought her at that moment.
Mr. Hon insisted on paying despite my many protests. As we got up to leave, he said, “A client has delivered some excellent Sake to my suite; how about we head there and try it out.”
Being invited to drinks was way better than I had imagined this evening would go. I brought my wife, thinking I’d need a shoulder to cry on for the ride home, and now we would have drinks.
“Excellent idea”, I replied.
Mr. Hon put out his arm, and my wife took it. He charmed her with stories of his many travels.
The enormous suite was a multi-level affair with huge fluffy couches and chairs. Mr. Hon found the chilled Sake and poured everyone some.
My wife downed hers like a shot, took Mr. Hon by the hand, and sat him down on the couch.
“Facing you or away from you?” she asked him.
What. The. Hell?
“Facing please,” he said in his thick accent, smiling from ear to ear.
She took her hair out of the elaborate bun it was in and then flipped it behind her. She hiked up her dress, revealing her sheer panties, and sat in his lap facing him.
Mr. Hon’s associates gathered around, casually taking seats with a good view of my wife.
I stood in the corner, drink in hand. The voices were back, and they were loud.
It was almost not noticeable, but she very slowly started moving her hips. After a minute, it was evident Mr. Hon was hard, and she slid up so her panties rubbed directly where the outline of his dick was. He leaned back and just smiled at her.
Her hips moved up and down as she rubbed her pussy on his dick. Two minutes later, Mr. Hon was breathing heavily. She started grinding hard and fast, and in just a few seconds, he was cumming inside his pants. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. She slid off of him and stood up, straightening her dress.
She turned and looked at me. Was that a wink? What the hell?
“Okay, who’s next?”
One by one, she dry-humped Mr. Hon’s associates. The first two facing them, the second two facing away. On the last guy, she spent the whole time staring directly at me. She smiled and licked her lips. She came on that guy hard before he did. When he was done, she turned around and kissed him on the mouth and whispered, “Thank YOU for making me cum!”
She stood up and walked over to me. She took my hand and pushed me down onto a nearby chair. Turning towards the five other men, she took her tits out of her dress. They bounced lightly and moved seats to get a closer view. A couple of them even ooohed and aahed. She then hiked up her dress and pulled her panties off. They slid down to the floor, and she stepped on foot out of them. They were wet with her juices. She caught the straps with her heel and kicked them into Mr. Hon’s lap. He grabbed them and quickly stuffed them into his pocket.
She straddled me just as she had Mr. Hon. Despite my inner voices, I had been hard as a rock since she began this crazy thing, and she had no trouble finding my dick through my pants.
“Suck my titties, Tom,” she said. Probably as much for their benefit as mine. I wouldn’t argue and hungrily popped a nipple in my mouth. She moaned and started rubbing her pussy on me. She stood up and pulled her dress up so it was around her waist.
“I’m giving them a good view of my spread pussy lips, baby.” Moans and nods behind her confirmed it. “These guys are going to be thinking about my cunt when they jerk off for months.”
The reality of her words must have sunk in because that’s when she started to cum for the second time. I could feel her clit through the thin fabric of my pants, and her bucking hips sent me over the edge. We came together, and I never let go of that nipple. A minute later, she started to get up, and it came out of my mouth with a loud pop.
She padded off to the bathroom. I just sat there, cum stain on my pants just like the others. When she emerged a few minutes later, she looked almost refreshed. She took me by the hand and led me to the door.
“Good night, Mr. Hon,” she said as we walked out the door.
When we got to the elevator, she saw that I was a little flustered. The voices were back.
“Relax, Tom, it’s just business,” she said.
I looked at the text message that chimed on my phone in the elevator. It was from Mr. Hon. “You’ll get all your funding tomorrow. Thank you for sharing your wife.”
