I don't use and editor, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are my own. I'm not trying to win the Pulitzer prize.
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I stood, watching my husband's plane take off. His reserve unit had been deployed to Afghanistan. Tears were running down both of my cheeks. We had only been married four years and he was jerked out of my life. I wiped my eyes and walked away with an empty place in my heart. I vowed to pray every night for his safe return.
I passed the exam for my Real Estate license two years ago and Madge, who is now my broker, took me under her wing and started showing me ropes. I really got excited when I got my first commission. Don and I went out to dinner that night to celebrate. We drank a little champagne after dinner and danced a few times. Champagne tends to make my clothes fall off and Don reaped the benefits that night. I went to work the next day, walking a little funny and nursing a slight hangover. Madge had a good laugh at my expense.
My husband, Don, had gotten an education auditing classes at a local University. He wrote programs for computer driven robots, and some kind of machines that made little things out of big pieces of metal. He had to do some fast talking to get the job, but he knew what he was doing. By the time his probation was up he was making twenty five dollars an hour. We rented a two bedroom apartment near both of our jobs. My job was feast or famine, but his steady income more than paid our bills. We both had nice cars and we were saving up to buy a house.
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I had just put a house in escrow and was putting all the paperwork in a file folder. I looked up and a gentleman was walking up to my desk.
"Hello, my name is Sarah. How can I help you."
"Hi, I'm Clarence Hopkins and I'm looking for some commercial property. A warehouse, specifically."
He sat down and we discussed what he needed. I entered the parameters into the search function on the multiple listing database and turned the screen so we could both watch. Four listings came up. The were all listed with another office.
"These two look like what your after. Let me call them and set up some appointments to look at them."
"Very good, young lady. Here's my card. Call me when you're ready."
He got up and walked out. I took a deep breath. He had landed a huge government contract and needed a warehouse. This was going to be a big commission if I could close it.
Two of them were listed with the same agent. I called his office.
"Hello. Century Twenty One Real Estate. How may I help you."
"Hi, I'm Sarah Wilson with Valley Real Estate. May I speak with Mark Putnum?"
"Certainly. Please hold."
"Hello, Mark Putnum here. How may I help you."
"Hi, Mark. I'm Sarah Wilson at Valley Real Estate. You have two warehouses listed I would like to look at. When is a good time for you."
"How about tomorrow at one."
"Perfect. I'll meet you at the one on Bayshore at one."
"See you then, Sarah. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Mark."
I called Mr. Hopkins and told him I would be looking at two listings tomorrow and I would have a video for him.
The next day I got there a little early and recorded the outside of the building including the chain link fence around it. I waited in my car for Mark to show.
I heard a loud rumbling and a black, evil looking sports car pulled up and parked next to me. I watched him get out. I had heard the expression, 'he was so handsome he melted my panties'. That fit Mark perfectly.
He had on black slacks, black loafers and a black short sleeved shirt. His huge arms flexed as he put on a light jacket. He looked like he could be a Calvin Klein model. He had a strong jaw and dark piercing eyes. I felt my pussy muscles tighten up and my nipples got rock hard.
It had been over eight months since Don left and I had made good use of my vibrators. I took several deep breaths to calm my raging hormones and got out.
"Hello, Ms. Wilson. I'm Mark Putnum. It's nice to meet you."
"Hello. Let's go with first names if you don't mind. From what I can see it looks like this is exactly what my client is looking for. The square footage is just what he needs."
"Sounds good to me. Let's go look inside."
He unlocked the gate and stood aside for me to go ahead. I felt a little naughty so I gave him a little extra action, walking ahead of him. He was a man and I knew he was looking. We got to the door and I turned on my video camera.
"Good idea with the video. I'll have to get me one."
"It should save me having to bring him out here. Oh, and before I forget, he wants clearances on electrical, plumbing and the roof."
"I had all of that done when I took the listing. They're in my car."
I recorded the floor, walls, ceiling and at the end of the building there was a two story structure built in. The bottom looked like storage rooms and there were three offices upstairs. I covered everything and we left to look at the other listing.
I did the same there, including wiggling my ass for him. He gave me the inspection reports. He shook my hand and I told him I would probably have an offer in a couple of days. My hand felt so small in his big strong hand. I was glad I had a jacket on, because my nipples popped out and my pussy clenched again.
No warning flags popped into my mind. Don and been gone so long and we were communicating about every ten days to two weeks. I had gotten used to living alone so much that I felt like I was almost single.
The next day I met with my client and showed him the videos.
"We can go and look if you want. This building is in pretty good shape. Just a couple of windows out. The square footage is just right for you."
"I don't think it's necessary for me to look at it. I can see everything from your video. Let's send them an offer."
He looked at the asking price and mumbled to himself.
"Let's do this much. It's a little low, but not insulting. We will probably go back and forth for a while. I suspect this isn't his first rodeo."
"OK, I'll write it up and present it."
I quickly wrote up the offer and called Mark.
"Hi, Mark. I have an offer for you just like I promised."
"Good job, Sarah. Let's meet for lunch tomorrow and look it over, OK?"
Mark had a table and was waiting for me. He waved and I walked over. As I got to the table he stood and helped me with my chair. A gentleman, huh? I was impressed.
"Hi, Mark. It looks like we got some action on this. Now we just need to land them."
"I was hoping you would make an offer. I think we can make it work. Both of them want a deal. We just need to get them to settle.
"I've got my fingers crossed. This is my first big sale."
"Well, I'll do everything I can to make it work. I want it for you. That first big one is special."
"My husband will be so proud of me."
"You two should take a little vacation. Celebrate something that special."
"We would have to wait on that. He's in Afghanistan right now. He's been gone eight months."
"I'm sorry. That must be hard for you.'"
"It's easier now. It's almost like being single again. The worst is worrying about him getting hurt."
The server walked up and ended our conversation. We had a light lunch and I gave him the offer. He glanced at it, nodded and put it in his briefcase. Again, he helped me with my chair and picked up the check. I was impressed. Then he flashed that million dollar smile and my nipples perked up. God he was pretty. I wondered if he knew what effect he was having on me. As good looking as he was, he probably had women throwing themselves at him. Thank god again for the light jacket I was wearing. My headlights would have blinded him.
After two weeks of offer, counter offer, and many lunches they were close enough that neither one would be hurt by meeting in the middle and closing the deal. We decided it was time to get them together and have the "shit or get off the pot" meeting.
All through our negotiations Mark had never made any kind of a pass. There were mild compliments, but nothing sexual. I felt comfortable around him like he was a friend. A few times I wondered if I had lost my touch. I was used to men at least flirting a little. Of course there were the obvious ones too. But Mark never did any of that. Maybe his stable was full. Little did I know that I would soon be in it.
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I'm Mark Putnum. I'm thirty five years old, 6' 3" tall and weigh in at about two thirty. Most of the people that know me call me a pussy hound. I suppose it's true, but I specialize in pretty married pussy. There's a method to my madness. They're less apt to have any diseases and they're less apt to want some romantic involvement. I never try to take them away from their husband. I'm not the marrying type.
I think I'm a bit of a freak. All the good genes got together and made me. Due to my good looks I have quite an effect on women. I can smile at them and watch their headlights come on. My special blessing is my thick uncut cock. Eight and a half inches long and two inches in diameter. I've honed my seduction technique over the years. Most of the time I use the nice guy approach. I make friends with them and then try to get them in a compromising situation. I do my best work on the dance floor. Then there are the ones that come on to me. I don't get too involved with them. I like a little challenge.
