Reviewing my husband's finances, which had been kept as kind of a secret from my sister and me, we found that he was in far better financial shape than we had previously thought, and we had thought that he was in really good shape already.
While I had distracted my unsuspecting hubbie, Phoebe had snuck into his office and gone through his financial documents. She had learned that he had one cash account with just over a 100,000 balance. Additionally, our house was completely paid for and there was a multitude of stock investments as well.
Our plan remained to get everything eventually, but we decided to start with the cash account. We let the entire month proceed with no relief for Paul, despite our really ramping up the teasing. We graciously allowed him to return sleeping in our beds, on a rotating basis, but only after we made him promise not to disturb us by harassing or begging us for relief. He slipped up once, of course, but we added another week to his denial and he, from that point forward, dared not move, speak or anything else in bed without our prompting him.
The real reason that he was allowed to return to our bedrooms, in addition to the teasing, was so that the other one of us could slip out for the evening. We had both taken to hitting the clubs on occasion for fun nights of drinking, dancing, flirting, and, occasionally, more.
We each allowed him to use his hands and mouth to bring us to orgasm occasionally, but rather than reward him, we simply told him what a good boy was and went to sleep. On the evenings in which he went to sleep first, we used our toys and masturbated, loudly enough to wake him up and drive him crazy. We could tell that he was awake each time, getting more and more frustrated, but he just pretended to be asleep motionless, worried that any action could be deemed as bothering us and would allow us to add another week to his denial.
We had learned from past experience that if we waited until the precise date that his punishment was set to end, he was ready and focused on getting relief, and was actually more difficult to agree to things, as he knew that we had already promised him relief that day.
So, this time, a couple of days early, the unsuspecting man came home after work and was surprised by the two of us waiting for him, dressed to kill. We took turns passionately kissing him and announced that he had been such a good boy that we were giving him one of our Special Treat Days early. We undressed him, removed his belt and instructed him to go put on a pair of shorts and a nice shirt.
When he returned, we all went to the car, and Phoebe drove as I sat in the back with Paul. Instead of my usual tease, this time I remained nuzzled up against him the entire time, whispering into and licking his ears.
"Paulie, you have been so good this month; I don't know how you did it. You will get a big reward today baby, your Mistress Toni promises you that, baby."
As I spoke, I crossed my stocking covered legs onto his bare legs (why else had we requested that he wear shorts?) and allowed my hand to stroke his inner thigh all the way up to his balls.
He was so focused on me that he hadn't even noticed that Phoebe had pulled into an auto dealership and parked.
"Hey you two," she called out from the front seat, "Did you see these new sports cars, Wow! Let's just stop and take a quick look."
"She's always loved looking at cars, Paulie; she just turned 20 you know," I added when Paul started to express something, which I knew would be that he would prefer to get to the mall. "Let's just let her walk around the showroom."
As we all got out of the car, we were greeted by a stunning brunette sales lady named Suzy. She was in a short, sexy suit with heels and sexy nylons, the kind with the dark line running up the back of each leg. She led us around each of the cars, discussing the features of each one. The words she was using were "sexy", "curvy", "Powerful" and the like. Each word really more accurately described herself than the cars. Paul's eyes never left her; of course, with her leading him and Phoebe and I on each side of him, even if he hadn't wanted to focus on her he would have had a hard time with it. Nonetheless, I was impressed that she kept him so focused on her that he never even glanced at the price of one of the cars.
Of course, he had no idea that we had already been working with Suzy for a while, or that we were here on anything other than a whim. Actually, we had already done everything, including having his credit already set up. The contract was already prepared; all we needed to do was convince him to sign.
Without saying anything, Suzy lead us into an office at the back of the showroom and indicated that we three should sit on one side of the table while she glided to the other side. Paul certainly didn't notice that she slid the thermostat way up as she crossed the room. Things would heat up in the office soon, in more ways than one.
As we sat, with Paulie in the middle of course, she reached the other side of the table and raised her leg nonchalantly and placed her heel on her chair, giving us a great view, but not too obviously, as she said to herself, "Damn, I think I have a run in my new stockings."
She looked over at us apologetically and asked sweetly, "Do you mind terribly if I fix this? I know it is not exactly professional, but this just drives me crazy."
"Of course not," Phoebe answered, "It happens to me all the time. Please go ahead."
Suzy sensually pulled her skirt up revealing her lace stocking tops and began slowly, slowly rolling them off.
She glanced up and softly spoke, "Sorry, I'm so slow, but I want to be careful that I don't ruin them anymore. I may be able to repair them."
"No worries," I replied. "We're just here on a lark anyway."
I turned to address Paulie, "You don't mind, do you?"
He just barely shook his head as he didn't want to take his eyes off of her.
As she slowly did one leg, then the other, Phoebe and I began rubbing our own legs against Paul's, and taking turns reaching under the table to either stroke him or take his hands in ours and guide them along our own stockings.
This went on for a while, as Suzy took a leisurely time removing her stockings, folding them up, placing them in a drawer, then opening a new packet, unfolding them and rolling each of them onto a leg.
When she finally sat down across from us, Paulie may as well have been hypnotized. She smiled and thanked us for our patience, then put a contract in front of us.
"Let me outline for you the cost of the car," she stated.
She began going through line by line of the contract, pointing at each portion of it with the end of her pen as she got to it. When not pointing, she brought the pen casually to her mouth where she would allow it to rest on her lips as she explained the point.
We knew that Paulie loved this and was not hearing anything that she said; he was focused on that pen, her lips and her mouth. Additionally, Phoebe and I were physically bringing him to a breaking point, as we undid his belt and pants and allowed his cock to pop free.
When this occurred, he broke his stare from Suzy and looked at me, horrified that he was exposed.
"It's alright, Paulie," I leaned in and whispered, "It's under the table, no one can see anything, baby."
He looked back at Suzy; she was still talking, but now casually tracing her ample cleavage with that pen.
"Darn, I dropped an earring." Phoebe announced.
She bent down to look for it, but instead of looking, when she got under the table, she quickly took Paul's cock into her mouth and moved her mouth up and down a few times. When Paul adjusted in his chair, Phoebe gave a little tug to his shorts. This pulled them down far enough to give us unimpeded access to his cock and balls for teasing purposes. She then returned to her seat.
"Did you find it, sis?" I asked.
