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The catering company was at the house setting up the dining room and doing the final preparations of the food and drink when I arrived about 4:30 in the afternoon. Fran, the owner, was there overseeing everything as her assistants ran about putting on the finishing touches. Finally when everything was in place Fran did her final walk through tweaking this and that, before saying she approved and I signed accepting the service. Fran was an excellent cook and at one time suggested that she’d like to stir something up between us. I had declined, for no good reason, and off times wondered if I’d made the wrong decision. Fran was short, very short, I’d say and somewhat matronly. She wasn’t a round as she was tall, but because of her short height she appeared to be more of a BBW than anything else. Anyway, as Fran got ready to leave, she said, to call her if I needed her for anything. I grinned and asked, Anything? Anything at all, she smiled back at me. You sure, I quickly asked. Yep, she said, anything, from down and dirty to a home cooked meal. I’ll keep it in mind, I said, now I’ve got to clean up, whereupon Fran left me to shower, shave and prepare for the evening. At about 7 the doorbell rang and there stood not only George and Martha Wilson, but Denise as well. Hello, I said, I trust you’ve met one another. Yes, yes George said, when we drove up and parked all at the same time. Then good, I said, come on in, make yourselves at home. Can I offer anyone a drink and all moved inside and the business meeting began. Hours later, with the meal complete we were all sitting in the trying to finalize some terms when George turned his attention to Denise asking her some questions about who she was, what she was doing there and so on. Denise explained that her husband worked for the company and was out of town. Also I had invited her to join everyone for dinner so she could help afterwards putting things away. George pressed on, saying how attractive she was and how difficult it might be for her while her husband was away. I interrupted and steered the talk back to the final negotiation where we were still at odds. After a few minutes, George whispered into Martha’s ear and then asked Denise if she was a company woman or not. I’m not sure what you mean by that, she said, my husband works for the company, I don’t, but yes I suppose I am, in a manner of speaking she said. Good, good said George, I’m glad to hear that. Then turning to me, he said, perhaps Denise can entice me to lower the price, that is, if you will meet me half way. And is Martha prepared to entice me to increase my offer, I responded. Certainly said Martha with a wink, anything for the good of the business. We all turned and looked at Denise, who looked at me as I shook my head yes. Certainly she said with a smile. So, what is going to take for you to increase your offer, asked George. Don’t know, I said, what’s Martha offering as an incentive. Depends said Martha. Denise here might not be truly interested, what with her husband not being around, or do you play without your husband asked Martha. Before Denise could answer or say anything, I said, Denise, why don’t you just show George your bra, then maybe Martha will have her answer. Denise reached to her waist crossing her arms and grabbed the bottom of the pullover and pulled it up and over her head, exposing her lace edged bra and a good bit of cleavage. George laughed and said, well hon, guess it put up or shut up time, isn’t it. Martha stood and reached under her skirt and pulled down and stepped out of here panties, tossing them onto a nearby chair. Turning toward me she said, want to see what’s under the skirt….raise your offer, and I’ll raise the skirt. I looked towards George and he added, well if Denise will lower her bra, then I’ll lower my cost. Denise, I said, give the man your bra. She looked at me with a moment of hesitation, then reaches behind her and unhooked the bra, automatically removing it as she brought her arms forward. Very very nice tits, said George. Denise, I said, show George how nice they feel. She began to squeeze her tits together with her arms, and then using her hands began to squeeze and play with herself some more. George said, I’m convinced, now how about you. Well, I said, I’m waiting for Martha to entice me. Honey, said George, it’s time to do the company proud. At that, Martha stood up and began to gather up her skirt. I watch it ascend over her knees, to mid-thigh, then pause, until it once again began to rise slowly revealing her natural muff with a little of her slit peeking through. She didn’t say a word, really didn’t have to, but stared directly at me. George, I said, I’ve got a couple of issues here. Such as, he responded. Well, as you know I run a neat and tidy shop, I said, so we’re going to have to do some trimming here, and once that’s done, I’d really like to see what I’m getting into. How much trimming, he said. Don’t know for sure I said, but it probably would be much better if we shaved things pretty close, I continued with a straight face. I’d have to be compensated, he said, picking up the underlying theme. I’ll add 2% for the unnecessary material, I said, and if it functions properly, without needing any tweaking, 3% on top of that, I said. And what happens if…he began. Don’t you have any faith, I replied. Sure, he said, but just in case….what if, he said again. Then Denise will provide any necessary relief too both you and Martha, I said. Sounds fair enough, he said, and am I safe to assume that Denise meets or exceeds company standards, he inquired. Certainly does, I said. Denise, I said, get undressed and show George your pretty pussy. Denise began to remove the rest of her clothing until she stood in just her heels for all to see. Damn, said George, I can’t believe your old man isn’t around to keep you happy. It’s a long story, I said and now is not the time nor the place. Martha, I said with a wave of the hand. Martha moves more to the middle between everyone and began to undress as we all watched her. With just her bra left and standing in her heels as well, I told George that he was one lucky man to have Martha. He thanked me and said to Martha, well honey show the folks your tits or do you want someone to do it for you. Whatever you’d like, she replied. Denise honey, he said, step over there and help Martha out of that contraption. Go-ahead Denise, I said. Denise moved closer to Martha and then stepped behind her and unfastened the hooks holding the bra. What does the label say, I asked. 36DD said Denise. Nice size tits Martha, I commented, while Denise pushed the shoulder straps down and the bra slid down her arms onto the floor. Denise then reached around and cupped one of Martha’s tits and asked, may I as she lifted and lowered her lips to Martha’s nipple. Damn, George said, don’t think Martha’s been kissed quite like that by another woman. You okay honey, he asked. Yes, she quietly whispered as Denise continued to lick and suck on her nipple for another few seconds. Think we should sign the agreements, I asked George. Hell yes, he said, then I want to fuck the hell out of Mrs. Denise. I said, okay, and then told Denise to trim Martha pussy. As George and I walked out of the room to the office, Martha was propped with her legs raised, and Denise was combing her pussy and clipping the hair with some scissors. When we walked back into the room, Martha was in the same position, but Denise had her head buried between her legs and Martha was moaning as Denise was licking her clit. George got behind Denise and raised her up a little, then ran his swollen cock over her pussy before slipping it inside her. I stood next to Martha and slapped her face a little with my cock. When she turned her head I pushed my cock against her lips, which parted and she began sucking my deeper and deeper into her mouth. I could feel my cock bump against the back of her throat, then she relaxed a little and I slipped past the opening and into her throat. As I was fucking her face, George was pounding into Denise who was being driven further into Martha’s pussy. I reached down an grabbed one of Martha’s tits and began tugging on the nipple stretching it as I lifted the large tit off of her chest. Soon I was emptying my load down Martha’s throat and George was filling Denise’s pussy at just about the same time. As we began to rest, Martha said, George I love you and I want your cum. She then crawled to Denise and spread her legs, where she carefully began to clean out Denise’s pussy with her fingers, tongue and mouth. After watching her for a few minutes, I was getting hard again, so I moved behind Martha and slid into her dripping cunt. I slammed into her as she continued with Denise and George straddled Denise’s chest offering her his now swollen cock to suck. Afterwards we lay in a tangle heap and all agreed that we had a good business arrangement. Martha and George got up and left early for their return trip and I crawled back into bed next to Denise. About 10:30 I heard a noise and then suddenly remembered that the catering folks were back to clean up. I told Denise to be quiet and put on a robe leaving the bedroom. As I entered the great room, Fran was there straightening up things while 2 of her staff were in the kitchen washing and doing whatever it is they do. Good morning, I said. Good morning to you, said Fran. How was everything. Very good I said, everyone was happy. Yes, she said with a sly grin, I’m sure of it. I dismissed her comment and went to the kitchen for a glass of juice. Her people were finishing packing and loading the items onto their van. One of the folks came in, and called Fran, we’re finished, so we’ll see you back at the shop. Okay, she said, I’ll be along shortly. Then she turned to me, and asked, are you awake yet? Yes, why, I asked. Well, I’d like to talk with you, if you’ll permit me, she said. Sure, Fran, what’s on your mind, I asked. This, she said, and pulled a bra from between the cushions. What about it, I asked, trying to stay calm. Well, I’d like it to be mine, she said without batting an eye. Look, I’ve been coming to your house catering for your parties for years now. I’ve seen things afterwards, like this bra for example. I’ve arrived early a few times and waited before coming in and have seen some interesting sights leaving the house. So what does this have to do with anything I asked. Look said Fran, I’m not a child, and I’m not a saint. I think you’ve got something happening here, and it seems like a really good time. I’d like to be included, that’s all, I like to have a good time and I’m pretty open about things. Okay, tell you what, I said, you let me get going for the day, and we’ll talk later on this afternoon and set up a time to have a frank discussion. How’s that. Wonderful, she said, and leaned forward quickly to give me a kiss on the cheek. Shortly thereafter, Denise and I showered together and I fucked her once again before she left for home.