After twenty years of marriage the lust, luster and comfort were long, long gone. My wife and I could hardly sit next to each other without an argument breaking out. In fact she was the single-most bitchy woman I'd ever known and I was the most irritating asshole she knew. There wasn't a solitary thing about me that didn't irritate her or cause her mental anguish of some sort. Hell I couldn't even wear my favorite pair of boots without some explosion of verbal, estrogen infused diarrhea being spewed at me. It was getting pretty bad. Money was the key issue it had always been.
My wife Laurie had been a social butterfly since I'd first known her. Friends and acquaintances were abundant in her life, as were ex-boyfriends. I thought nothing of her going out to lunch with her ex-boyfriend because for years my wife had proven herself to be a sexual prude with absolutely zero sexual imagination...none. In fact as the years progressed her favorite thing to do was to 'strike off' sexual activities she deemed unnecessary or beneath her 'married' status. These strike off sessions usually coincided with a discussion in which I'd somehow upset her and didn't make the 'right' noises to apologize. Most of the time I was unaware of these 'discussions' that she had with me and of course I had been perfectly agreeable to it at the time. Let's just say that I was being emasculated one imaginary discussion at a time.
It was to the point where I was actually loathing her. Had my financial situation been better, she would have divorced me. Something she very often stated when she was in the mood to remind me of just how useless and worthless I was. "If we had the money to pay for a divorce, this would be so over" she would say when the bills came in. She had said this to me so often that I had actually become depressed and mildly suicidal. Only I refused to give her the satisfaction.
So as unhealthy as things were, I soldiered on taking it one day at a time in the hope of finally one day making it. Months went by and I shrunk away from the many social activities my wife was involved in. One day however, I was invited by another of my associates to what my friend called a social networking seminar/party for the elite. It was held at a Pebble Beach mansion right on the 14th Tee, a place rumored to have wild parties for the rich and famous. Little did I realize that my wife had been invited as well by several of the high powered women in the area who told her that this would be a fantastic opportunity to network.
When I first saw my wife I was struck by the way she was dressed. Her usual conservative casual professional look had been replaced by a very deep cut dress that hugged her hips and of course accentuated her ample breasts. As much as I couldn't stand my wives attitude I had to admit I loved her tits and ass. Not only was she wearing a very sexy dress she was wearing her hair down and in a French braid with high heels to accent her legs which were sporting a pair of 'come fuck me pumps' that only added to the allure my wife was currently exuding. However, for some reason I chose to keep my distance and avoid being seen if possible. I also sought to avoid her friends so that she wouldn't get wind of my being there. Something told me to just keep my distance and observe the goings on.
As the party moved into the afternoon I began to realize that this was no ordinary party. I recognized women getting very cozy with some of the heavy hitters in the room; leaving their husband's to drink cocktails on the patio and watch the golfers drive off the tee. What was more was the fact that these women were allowing the rich older men to touch them in ways I wouldn't have expected by grabbing their asses, caressing breasts and in on case I saw them making out just before they disappeared behind a red velvet curtain at the far end of the house. This was flanked by two large suit wearing security types, clearly there to prevent unwanted interruptions to what happened in that part of the house.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on there, nor was it hard to figure out what sort of business deals were being made. It was then I notice my wife moving toward the curtain with a taller, very fit, yet older gentleman whose arm was tightly wrapped around her waist and cupping her ass cheek. I found it strange that she did not get upset or offended but seemed to snuggle more closely to this man. The man showed his ID to the two heavies out front and was let in. What I saw was that it was a hallway with many doors and a guard at each door.
Not being the jealous type curiosity made me move toward the curtained hallway. As I moved toward the curtain the guy who'd invited me pulled me to the side and into a private alcove. "I wouldn't go in there right now if I were you' he said. 'There are some high powered men discussing financial arrangements with clients seeking loans or grants...real money" he said at last. "Besides, they won't let you back there unless you are on their list or are accompanied by a person on that list.
I nodded then asked what had to be the dumbest question I'd asked in my life. "So what goes on back there?"
Charlie, my host gave me a look and raised an eyebrow. "If you have to ask then you probably shouldn't know" he said. It was then it dawned on me the 'deals' that were being made were being made against some exchange of sexual benefits. Charlie took me by the elbow and walked me to the bar where he bought me a drink and we headed to a table out overlooking the tee. "The man your wife went into the rooms with is a very wealthy man. He usually gets what he wants because he is willing to pay top dollar for everything he wants. What he does is seduce the women he wants and then propositions them. He'll start off with offering a 100k for a blowjob usually in cash so that there is no doubt he is serious.' He looked around to make sure nobody was in ear shot. 'He has been known to offer upwards of a million dollars if they were willing to let him fuck them. I'm told few women, married or otherwise refuse his offer. I'm also told that he is rather well hung and in high demand by those women he has 'had.' They practically throw themselves at him when he strolls through the door at these parties. If he has latched onto your wife I'd say your financial woes are about to fade away"
Again Charlie looked around then pointed "See that woman? See the purple bag she is carrying? Note also that she is carrying a purse. That purple bag is her payment for whatever she did with the man she went behind the curtain with. These events are called curtain parties. Set up with the underlying purpose of developing business revenue for the people who attend. Usually women who need cash flow but can't get a loan etc. You'll notice many of the women here are well off already, very well off in some cases that is because they come to these parties and get cash for whatever they do.' He sipped his drink and silently watching an old guy tee off cringing when he hooked the ball badly. 'These parties are how many of them make their money.' He grinned, a high end form of prostitution without the risk of legal repercussions."
I was in shock but not upset about it either. My wife I doubted would qualify for more than a fifty if she did anything at all given her limited sexual talents. As I was pondering that Charlie nudged me and said "I know where we could see what is going on 'if' you want to know that is' he grasped my wrist and said 'However, you must first agree to accept and deal with the fact that what you see cannot in any way...IN ANY WAY... be divulged to anyone...EVER. If I hear you've said something you will not be invited back again. I can't stress this point enough. The whole idea behind these events is to make money, how that is done is totally up to the parties involved and relies heavily on the discretion of the attendees. These people, husbands, all know what is going on and are ok with it. So do you want to see for yourself? I simply nodded, swallowed my drink and we headed to the bar for another before he took me back to the kitchen area, into the refrigerator and behind a side of beef where we opened a door and entered into a dark, narrow hallway.
We came to a room where the light that came into it came from a two way mirror. I gasped when I recognized my banker whom I knew only as Mary kneeling in front of a rather handsome, distinguished gentleman as she sucked his cock. He was rather hung and she expertly deep throated him. It was then I noticed that she was naked from the waist down. Her business jacket was still present as was her blouse, which was open with her breasts, a nice set I noticed, exposed so that he could play with them if he wished, her pussy had been trimmed so that only a pencil thin strip remained and her lips appeared to be tight and toned, a perfect clamshell.
We sat down in the chairs provided and out of nowhere a drink was once again in my hand. When I looked back up Mary my hot little banker lady was bent over the hassock with her hands on the arm rests as her companion moved in behind her and slowly buried his cock into her. He was easily 8" long and rather thick. It was more than clear that she loved the feeling because the look on her face was that of ecstatic bliss. When he was buried to the hilt she dropped her head and moaned. Though I couldn't hear anything I could tell she was moaning in a guttural passionate manner as she absorbed his body heat into her. As they got into their rhythm the chair I was sitting in moved sideways. "I think you may like this view a little better" Charlie said as we came to a stop and another two way mirror opened up before me.
