Mark was down in the dumps. Sitting at the bar he was moaning to Stan about his boring marriage.
“I sit on my own in my den whilst my wife sits upstairs watching cable.”
“I don’t know what’s gone wrong. Tammy’s beautiful, but there’s no spark, she spends more time looking at herself in the mirror than she does speaking to me.”
“We’ve been married twenty years; she’s meticulous in her appearance spending days and months on diets.”
“Her real passion is shopping; she spends part of every day at department stores and boutiques.”
Stan studied Mark, he was in good condition for forty five, well built with a flat hard gut, he was still a good looking guy.
What the hell’s he worried about he thought? He’s had a successful career in business, his businesses managed themselves, he was financially secure, the world was his fucking oyster.
At lunch next day Mark had a few scotches to many and confided to Stan that his sex life was zilch.
“Tammy’s not interested in sex any more; she never tries to instigate any loving whatsoever. It’s even difficult to get a goodbye kiss when I head out the door.”
“I love her but she finds sex uncomfortable, what ever I do. In fact it’s bloody embarrassing because she rushes to clean herself up as soon as we finish as though she has been defiled.”
Stan had never seen Mark so down in the dumps. He had never heard him speak of his home life like this, even though they had been mates for 20 years. “Well old mate you will just have to get a bit on the side,” he said as he downed his beer.
“Lets have a drink tomorrow at the golf club around three or four o’clock. Its ladies day, I’ll point out the players amongst the wives and daughters.”
“Players?” Mark asked.” Yes the players, they don’t only play golf,” Stan replied with a laugh. Mark was intrigued “How do you know which ones?”
Stan slapped him on the back “By keeping my eyes open.” He grinned, “I also listen to my wife gossip about them.”
Stan rang after lunch the next afternoon, “I’m out at the club get yourself down here, there’s quite a few ladies that my wife has described as flighty and not to be trusted.”
“Oh shit Stan, I’m not interested in cheating on Tammy, I was just getting a few whinges off my chest yesterday.”
“I’d be too fucking scared of getting caught to try anything;”
“I’ll come and have a drink, but no women.”
As he entered the club Mark ran into Ruth the club presidents wife. “My God Mark you’re just the businessman I’ve been looking for,” she gushed. “I have never thought of your company before, but now you’re here, I need you help.”
She took him by the arm and led him to a group of young women standing drinking near the window, looking over the approach to the final hole.
“Ladies,” she cried, “look what I found, just what we have been talking about, a local businessman to help us with the new competition.”
“For those of you who don’t know him, Mark is one of states richest and most successful businessmen.”
“He was a top sportsman, in fact a top golfer and tennis player, before he followed in his fathers footsteps.”
“No that’s wrong, he didn’t just follow in his fathers footsteps, he modernised an expanded the old mans business until it now stretches across the country.”
“There is not a major city or town that’s not serviced by one of his 24 hour stores, restaurants supermarkets and service stations.”
Ruth turned to look at Mark, “He is a human dynamo; I want you all to help me convince him to sponsor us and our competition.”
Mark was immediately overwhelmed by a group of twenty to fifty year old women. They surrounded him, many talking at once, all intent on gaining his attention
Ruth hugged him and kissed him, her large boobs rubbing against his chest and arm as she moved him around the group of women.
Many of the younger ones pushed forward to introduce themselves. The older ladies kissed him on the cheek, murmuring I knew your dad and mother, making him feel at home in their company.
He relaxed as he moved through the introductions. One or two of the younger ladies squeezed his hand, holding it a little longer than necessary causing him to give them a second glance.
The last of these hand holders was a long thin blonde who looked him straight in the eye and winked. “I look forward to seeing more of you,” she said as she licked her tongue over her lips.
Finally Mark escaped over to Stan who was leaning on the bar with a big grin on his face watching the proceedings.
“I thought you said no women, just a drink,” Stan said with a laugh.
“Did you notice the tits on Ruth Mansfield the President’s wife?” He asked.
“She’s got a great body for her age and a set of tits that defy description.” “She would be a great fuck, her husbands such an arsehole, that to get her under his nose would make it twice as good,” Stan said with a grin.”
As Mark ordered drinks, Stan kept pointing out prospective sex partners. “The big barmaid is a goer, he said nodding at a tall brunette.” “She’s a little over weight, and a lot of fun.”
“I’m told if you pour a few scotches into her and are lucky enough to take her home you won’t be disappointed.”
Stan watched as she leant over the bar displaying her generous Tits, “the trouble with her is she’s single. You can’t afford to get caught. So we will have to look for a married woman who has as much to lose as you.”
Stan took a swig from his glass and continued to point out women who might like a stray fuck... “It’s rumoured that the club pros wife likes a bit on the side, as do those three over there,” pointing to three young tanned fit blondes. “In fact” he said as Mark studied them. “I’m told they like to work as a team.”
“Who’s the tall thin blonde” Mark asked as they studied the ladies.
Stan looked quickly at Mark,” that’s the police commissioner’s wife; I haven’t heard any thing about her. In fact I think that would be dangerous, he’s bad news.”
Mark didn’t say anything, wondering why the police commissioner’s wife had made it so clear she wanted to see more of him.
Mark drove slowly home worse for wear after his long drinking session with Stan, to be greeted by an angry wife complaining he was late and his dinner was cold.
Later that night he tried to put his arm around her as they went to bed, “sorry love” he whispered. She brushed him aside,” Stop that! It’s about time you gave up that dirty business.”
Just before lunch the next day Sally, Mark’s new young Personal assistant announced that Mrs Ruth Mansfield was there to see him along with two other ladies.
In the office he offered them a drink, and asked them to state their case for his sponsorship.
