"John, about yesterday," George began, "we were all kidding. Right? We do it all the time. I know Jenney won't go for it." I put the money in my pocket. His eye widened. I didn't say anything. A minute passed before he continued. "Five hundred for an hour with her is a good price. Quite reasonable in fact. I mean...well, she is a very beautiful woman. Smart too. If she was arrested, she'd lose her professional license. She really wouldn't do it, would she? You didn't tell her about our bidding, did you?"
"She has agreed to the five hundred per hour, but with a two-hour minimum," I said very calmly.
His eyes bulged. "You're...you're kidding. Right?" I smiled at him. "You're laughing. I knew it was a joke."
"No, George, it's not a joke. I need another five hundred from you."
He turned around to see if anyone else was in the room. When he saw we were alone, he yanked out his wallet and extracted another five one-hundred-dollar bills which he thrust into my hand. "This is crazy! You're actually going to let me fuck your wife?"
"You have two hours to spend with her doing whatever you want."
"I can't believe it! I get to fuck Jenny!" He raised his arms up in the air and danced a couple circles. He put his hands on my desk and leaned toward me. "When do I get to have her? Where are we going to do it? It can't be my place; Ellen would kill me. Your place, right? Nobody would suspect a thing. I would just be having dinner with my coworker and his wife."
I took Jenny's business card from my shirt pocket and gave it to him. "The bottom number is her private line. Give her a call."
He stared at the card for a moment. "I've gotta find a phone booth."
"What's wrong with the phone on your desk?"
"It's not very private, if you know what I mean."
I stood up. "I'm going to get a cup of coffee. Do you want anything?"
"I've already got what I want. You have to promise not to tell Ellen."
"She won't hear anything from me."
I don't know who was more nervous that morning, George, or me. Seated at the desk to my right was the man who had given me a thousand dollars to fuck my wife. I had no idea when it would happen. He couldn't tell me without the rest of the office knowing what was up. Jenny didn't call to tell me. Maybe they hadn't talked yet. Or maybe they had and had set their date for a different day.
I suspected that it would be that day. George never was very patient. He glanced my way every couple minutes. His hand shook every time he picked up a pencil. Sometime soon he would be cheating on his wife. He and Ellen were very close. I wondered if I might be contributing to the destruction of their marriage. I couldn't afford to entertain such thoughts. I kept telling myself that we were engaged in a business transaction, nothing else. I had sold him a piece of merchandise. Of course, what I had sold him was my wife.
When lunchtime rolled around, George announced, a little too loudly, he would not be joining us; he had "another engagement."
Chuck, Mike, and I went downstairs to the cafeteria. "What's going on between you and George?" Mike asked as we sat down at a table with our trays. "You both act like the cat that ate the canary."
"You aren't still upset about the bidding for Jenny? Chuck asked. "You are the one who instigated it."
"You're right," I said, "I did. Everything has been resolved quite nicely. Better than expected, actually."
"Man, you're talking in riddles," Mike said. "What's going on?"
"I would have gone to six hundred," Chuck said.
"Now you tell me," I replied. They both laughed. "Just for the sake of discussion, assuming Jenny was willing, would you pay to sleep with her?"
"How much?" Chuck asked. "Just for the sake of discussion."
"The top bid yesterday was five hundred dollars an hour," I said. "Let's go with that figure with a two-hour minimum. Would you do it?"
"A grand just to get laid?" Mike said. "That's a lot of money."
"Remember, we're talking about Jenny," Chuck reminded him. "Big tits, tight ass, legs that reach all the way up to her butt, and what a butt. Sorry, John, I didn't mean to be vulgar."
"It's okay," I said. "For a second I thought you were talking about Mary." Everybody grinned.
"I'd say she's worth a thousand," Mike said. "Sara would castrate me if I ever cheated on her."
"Who would tell her? Jenny's discreet. It's her professional duty. I wouldn't; it would be bad for business."
"You're starting to sound like a pimp," Chuck said.
"You guys didn't actually go through with it?" Mike asked.
"What do you think?" I said as I took a bite of my sandwich.
George didn't return after lunch. By two-thirty, it was apparent that he wouldn't be coming back to work. He had to be in bed with Jenny somewhere, either in a hotel or his place or mine. Ellen didn't have a job and usually stayed home with their children, so their place was out. That left my house or a hotel room.
I kept seeing him fucking Jenny with what I imagined to be his enormous dick. I saw his meat in my mind's eye reaching up to his ribs, and she was taking all of it into her cunt with ease. Naturally that was impossible; her womb would have to be between her lungs. My imagination was running wild. His equipment was probably around the same average size as mine, and mine was trying to rip my pants open. Beads of sweat formed on my upper lip. Normal breathing became more and more difficult.
Finally I couldn't tolerate the stiffness between my legs anymore. I dashed to the men's room and locked myself in a stall. I raised the seat and dug out my rigid cock. After stroking it with my hand a few times, my loins cramped, and my seed flew. I had to grip the top of the stall divider to keep from falling over. Although I tried to aim my shots into the toilet bowl, only a couple landed there. I had to clean the rest up from the floor, the walls, and the pipes. I was still horny as hell, but at least my prick was soft, and I wasn't in danger of cumming in my pants.
When I returned to my desk, Mike came over to me. "You're sure jumpy this afternoon, John," he said quietly. "What's wrong?"
"Everything's fine," I said.
