I’d like to lean in close to you, with no hesitation or fear, and softly whisper, “I want you,” as my lips brush your ear. I’d graze your skin with my fingertips, moving them down your stomach and heading south. I’d gently nibble on your neck, your jaw, until I reach your mouth. I’d offer you a dangerously slow and seductive tease, one so hot that mere erotic words could not begin to describe it.

There would be an electric shock of arousal as your tongue touched mine, and I would fumble with your zipper but never take my eyes off your face. I would begin to stroke you, my hand firm and steady. I would start to move down your body again, this time with my mouth instead of my fingers, and I would lick my lips. I’d lick my lips with desire, but also because I’d want them wet for you.

You would feel them squeeze tight around your cock, and your cockhead would be met with the wet warmth of my mouth. My mouth would be so wet and warm and willing that all you’d be able to do is grin.

I would kneel down in front of you, continuing the constant steady strokes with my hand. You would wrap your hands in my hair to guide my head and show me what you want. You would thrust deep, fucking my face, your cock sliding in and out. You would fuck my face faster and faster until you got close to your climax.

You would tap me on the shoulder out of courtesy, letting me know you’re about to come. I would be so aroused at the thought of having pleased you that I would moan loudly, wanting more. Your breathing would be labored as you tensed, gasped and then cried out. Your toes would curl under as you released into my mouth, and I would swallow your hot essence with a sigh.

Your breathing would become much steadier as you relaxed and drifted away. I would kiss your head and turn to go. There would be nothing to say since we’re not committed to one another. We wouldn’t have to pretend. We’d have a clear understanding. Our time together would be just for fun.— Name and address withheld

When Christopher, our purchasing agent, came to me saying he wasn’t able to locate some special material we needed for an important order, I told him I’d see what I could do. It was two on a Friday afternoon, but I picked up the phone and asked my assistant Rita to call Dean, the CEO of one of our biggest vendors. I knew if anybody could locate what we needed, it would be Dean. Rita buzzed me back a minute later and told me Dean was busy at the moment but would return my call within an hour, or before the end of the day at least.

I left my office telling Rita I needed to see my husband and to page me in the shop if Dean returned my call.

I found my husband, Bryan, and asked if he had a moment to talk, so we went back to his office. I explained what was up and that I’d put in a call to Dean. Bryan said, “Honey, are you sure you want to do this? Remember, he told you that you’d come crawling to him someday.”

“God, honey, just look at the facts,” I said. “If we don’t deliver this order on time, it’ll put us in real financial trouble. If I have to make a deal to trade a little pussy for the materials we need, it would make me one of the highest paid whores in America.”

“Face it, honey,” I continued, “we need to meet our obligation or we could lose business. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time another man nailed your wife. Hell, it wouldn’t even be the first time Dean did it. And this way we get more than just the usual pleasure out of it.”

Bryan and I talked a little more and then I headed back to my office, deep in thought. I knew the decision about whether to sleep with Dean was entirely up to me, and that my husband would back my choice either way.

I’m a ruthlessly determined businesswoman, so I spent the next hour researching product prices and shipping rates. I found that getting what I needed in time, by conventional methods, would be impossible. Dean was the only way I was going to be able to fulfill our obligations.

Dean called me back just 15 minutes before the close of business, saying that we could meet that night for dinner and negotiations. I told him I’d meet him at the restaurant at eight. I started to get excited, knowing what his “demands” would likely be.

I’m 32, and Dean has to be in his mid to late 50s. We’d met several years earlier when my husband had invited him to a company Christmas party. I’d been wearing a sexy blue dress that showed off my petite, slender figure just the way Bryan liked. He’d always enjoyed having other men buzzing around his wife, and he never got upset if I discreetly allowed one of them to fuck my brains out, and Dean was no different. I’d never thought about trading my ass for favors, but now that was exactly what I planned to do.

I got home that night and packed enough to last the whole weekend, in case it came to that. I put the bag in my car before Bryan got home, not wanting him to see. I knew he wouldn’t care that I was most likely going to end up sleeping with Dean— hell, he would probably be as excited about the possibility as I was— but I didn’t want to rub it in his face or get his hopes up. It wasn’t like he’d be able to watch me in action. Not this time.

Nothing was said about business while Dean and I ate a delicious meal of fresh lobster and the best cut of steak money could buy. I had no idea what it cost, since the menu didn’t have prices, but I did know that the suites in the adjoining lodge started at $500 a night— and that was for a small single room, not one of the nicer deluxe rooms I knew Dean would have opted to book.

After we ate, he suggested we move into the lounge for some after dinner drinks. Once we were served, Dean suggested we get down to business.

My mind flashed back to the night of the Christmas party when Dean, having overimbibed, went outside for some fresh air. He just happened to see me getting banged in the back seat of a car by someone other than my husband. Later he approached me and suggested that if I didn’t want my husband to find out what he’d seen, I should fuck him. I just laughed and told him my husband already knew, but I’d happily fuck him anyway. We shared some of the best sex ever, but I’d insisted that it would only be a one time thing. That’s when he’d told me that I’d come crawling back to him one day. He figured I’d want to fuck him again— and I did— but he never thought that I’d be “crawling back to him” for business and not pleasure.

We discussed the problem at hand, and Dean assured me that he had what I needed and would have it to me by Monday afternoon at the latest. He wanted to know who I’d tried to order from that couldn’t deliver, but I said he’d have to ask Christopher. Dean was very upset that I was being jerked around by some vendor and said he’d get to the bottom of things.

After that we dropped the business talk and enjoyed a nice conversation while consuming quite a lot of wine, and soon it was midnight. I said it was late and I’d better try finding a more economical place to stay and I started to get up, but Dean stopped me. “I have a room here,” he said. “You’re welcome to the bed. I’ll even sleep on the sofa if that would make you more comfortable.”

In a few minutes, Dean had convinced me to stay the night, and I went out to get my bag before following him up to his suite. The bed was unlike any I’d ever seen before. It seemed to be 10 feet across, and there was a remote in the middle of it with a million switches, none of which seemed to be for a TV or DVR— it was for the bed. The rest of the suite was just as elaborate. The bathroom was as big as my kitchen, and the tub was big enough for four!

One entire wall of the living room was glass with doors opening onto a balcony, so I stepped outside. As I stood marveling at the view of the moonlight dancing on the lake only a couple hundred feet away, there was a knock at the door. Dean answered it and a server wheeled in a cart with more of the same delicious wine we’d been drinking downstairs.

We started drinking again and talking about nothing of importance. I was getting turned on, even though Dean hadn’t made a single move, and when I couldn’t wait for him to step up to the plate, I took matters into my own hands. “That bed is so big,” I said, standing up and pretending to yawn like I was ready for sleep. “We can share the bed and we’ll never even touch. Which side do you want? I think I’d like the right.”

Dean just looked at me without answering, so I walked over to my side of the bed and sat down. I slipped off my heels and then unsnapped my garters to remove my hose, and Dean watched from his chair about 10 feet in front of me. I knew he was being treated to a tantalizing view of my upper thighs and possibly even the black silk panties I wore. I stood up and faced him as I unzipped the clingy black sheath I’d worn. I’d chosen it because it leaves little to the imagination, hugging my 34C 23 32, 106 pound frame in all the right places. His mouth dropped open as I let the dress slip from my shoulders and then pushed it past my hips to pool around my feet. Turning around, I bent over to pick it up, giving Dean a lingering view of my ass in a thong. Then I walked across the room to hang the dress in the closet, his eyes locked on my tits as they bounced in their lacy cups with every step I took.

When I returned to the bed, I turned down the covers and then reached back to unhook my bra, my back to Dean. I let it slide off and then set it on the nightstand. As I turned, showing him my full, firm breasts, he said, “I’d forgotten how lovely you look. Are you serious about us sharing the bed?”

“If I weren’t serious, I wouldn’t have undressed in front of you,” I said as I slipped my panties down and let them drop around my ankles. Dean’s eyes couldn’t have been any wider than they were as he stared at my dense growth of red pubic hair. I let him look at me for at least 20 seconds before slipping into bed, saying, “Well, are you coming or not?”

He went to the closet and stripped to his boxers, carefully hanging his clothes up. I checked out his crotch, but there wasn’t any sign of an erection. When he started to get into bed with me, though, I told him it wouldn’t be fair for me to be the only one who was nude.

He pushed his boxers down, revealing a thatch of salt and pepper pubic hair with a big pair of balls hanging under his short, squat dick.

“Will you cuddle with me tonight, Dean?” I asked, hoping being close to me would get him hard so we could finally fuck.

He turned off the lights and lay down on the far side of the bed, then eased backward toward me. I didn’t know he had his back to me until we met, but I didn’t say anything, instead pressing my breasts against his back while mashing my hairy mound to his surprisingly tight ass. We lay there silently for a few minutes before I whispered good night and eased my arms around him, cupping his warm balls as we fell asleep together.

The clock said 4:53 a.m. when my eyes opened the next morning, and I was still holding Dean’s balls. I carefully moved my hand up to his sleeping penis and squeezed it at the base. He stirred a bit but continued to sleep, though his cock responded favorably.

I slipped out of bed to use the bathroom and called my husband from the sitting room. I briefed him on the agreement I’d made with Dean and told him I’d be in touch later. He asked where I thought things were going, and I told him I felt it was “worth investing a little time to develop a good business relationship” with Dean.

I returned to find Dean sleeping on his back, the covers kicked off. I was delighted to see that he had developed a partial erection, although it wasn’t quite stiff enough for penetration. I eased back onto the bed and knelt beside him to take him into my mouth. My efforts eventually paid off, and I had a nice, solid erection slipping in and out of my little cocksucking mouth.

I’m easily aroused, and sucking cock never fails to get my cunt as creamy and juicy as an overripe peach. I knew his breathing indicated that he was still sleeping, so I let him slip from my mouth and moved to straddle him, rubbing him with my wet pussy lips. He woke up almost as soon as my cunt touched him, and I immediately guided his cock into my slick, receptive snatch as I leaned down to kiss him passionately, flattening my tits up against his burly chest.

My lips were pressed firmly to his and his cock was fully embedded in my hot snatch when his eyes popped open, as if he’d just realized what we were doing. I pulled back and pressed my finger to his lips as I sat up and began riding his cock, pleasuring him in much the same way as I’d pleasured my husband just 24 hours prior.

I was amazed at his control. I was stimulating my clit nicely and could feel an orgasm building as I rode him. I was very near the edge when he started trying to push me off. “Stop, stop!” he cried. “I’m going to come inside you!”

I pushed his hands off my hips and fucked him faster and faster until we exploded simultaneously, my cunt spasming and contracting around his throbbing cock as he ejaculated inside my pussy.

I was still straddling him when his flaccid cock slipped out of the slick folds of my come drenched pussy. When we were both breathing normally again, I smiled and said, “Well, there can’t be anything wrong with two friends enjoying one another when it’s that good. And you just got yourself a piece of grade A ass. Did you enjoy it?”

Dean was by far the most grateful man I’d ever fucked, and he wanted to do it again. I told him he’d have to let me rest a bit, but that I planned to stay the weekend with him— if he’d let me. His response was just what I expected, so I called my husband while Dean showered and told him I was going to invest a few pieces of ass in our business and that I’d be home again on Monday morning.

That afternoon Dean ate my pussy for the first time, and I explained what felt good and what was uncomfortable. He loved the taste and smell of my pussy, and he developed a huge erection while he ate me. And he knew how to use that erection, let me tell you! He ended up fucking me a total of five times that weekend, and we decided to make our fucking a regular thing in exchange for a 20 percent discount off all of our orders.

It was the best business deal I’d ever made, and everyone involved walked away getting exactly what they wanted. How many people can say that about their business deals? God bless the power of pussy!— G.V., Chicago, Illinois