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I worked the balance of the work both in the office and at my
home office preparing for the coming meeting.  The time flew by
and I wasn’t all that certain that I was fully prepared, but
suddenly it was time.

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.