My wife and I had been trying to get out of Los Angeles for a long time. It always seemed that the time was never right or there wasn’t enough money. Landing the client who was in town would mean a big up front payment and the ability to get out of town. It was down to my company and a company in Orlando and I had no intentions of losing this fish. I had Dan staying in the nicest hotel in the area and his room had a full on ocean view. Being a surfer we had decided to spend the weekend north of LA so he could catch some waves between meetings.
I had greased the entire hotel staff to insure his needs were taken care of. We spent the first three days meeting and dining at only the finest restaurants in town. He wanted to go a little more casual on the last night and I was more than happy to oblige. It had been all business and now it was time for a little pleasure. We ate at a great Mexican restaurant and then settled down in a booth at a rather cozy, and empty, bar. Marissa, my wife, had always been great with clients. When a client wanted to hear how great he was, she told him how great he was. When a client wanted an honest opinion, she wouldn’t hold back her thoughts. Dan was the kind of guy who liked to hear everyone’s opinion so he really liked having her around. As usual the night started off talking business but about three hours and four magaritas later, the conversation turned a little risque. We were the only people in the bar with the exception of the bartender but she was plenty to look at. She was about six foot one. Shoulder length curly, black hair. She had big, dark eyes and a fairly angular face which she softened with expertly applied make up. She had incredible legs which she displayed by wearing a tight mini skirt. She was a b cup at the most but she made up for her lack of breast size by displaying as much skin as she could. She was basically wearing a low cut vest and a band aid around her hips. I guess its one of the benefits of being in LA was you could see women like that in such a dump. And she was flirting with us every time she’d drop off a drink.
Three hours of watching this long legged beauty walk back and forth from our table had inspired Dan. She dropped off a round of drinks and headed back for the bar. “Jack, after all the presentations and tours, I think what’s going to land you this job is the fact that you brought me here.” His eyes never left her ass as she returned to the bar. “You said you can make thing happens. If you get her up to my hotel room tonight, the job is yours.” He laughed but I didn’t think he was joking. Neither did my wife.
“If you’re serious, I’ll go talk to her,” Marissa said.
“You’ve got a spunky one here Jack. Maybe it’s the booze . . . or maybe it’s that bartender’s ass . . . but you’ve got yourself deal.”
“You better not be lying.” She got up and went over and sat at the bar.
The bar tender fixed Marissa a drink and they talked for a while. I must admit the idea of my wife brokering my client’s sex life excited me. Maybe it was the booze in me (or maybe my wife’s ass) but I was going to hop on that woman when I got her back home. Dan and I made small talk but neither of us took our eyes off of our women. Marissa finished her drink and returned to the table.
“Hand over the room key.” Dan paused and then reached into his pocket and pulled it out. “What room are you in?” she asked. Dan told her the room number and she returned to the bar. The bartender took the card key and we heard Marissa tell her the room number. Marissa returned to the table with another round of drinks. She looked at Dan who was pretty sitting there with his jaw on the ground. “This is your last drink. She doesn’t want you to pass out on her. She says she needs a pretty active guy.” Dan and I were speechless. “She also wants you to head back to the hotel in a few minutes and shower up. She’ll come by after closing. She says this place gets busy in about an hour and she doesn’t want you distracting her because she really curious about the size of your cock,” Marissa was so cute when she said cock because she used finger quotation marks. “Apparently she likes the oral sex.” Dan and I remained speechless.
Dan finished his drink. Just as he set it down on the table the bartender came over. “Don’t be surprised if I call you a few times before I come over.” She blew him a kiss and returned to the bar. All this foreplay had heated me up quite a bit. I was ready to get home and get my evening started with Marissa. Marissa looked up at Dan and said that she wanted to have one more drink but that he better get on his way, less Ally change her mind. Dan, realizing what was at stake, said farewell and walked back to the hotel. He had a smile from ear to ear. So did Marissa.
Ally returned with another round of drinks. I asked Marissa what she said to set the two of them up. “I had to do a little negotiating. I asked her if she was interested in Dan at all. She said that I was more her type but he was cute. So she said that in exchange for an evening with me she’d spend an evening with him.” The night had just taken quite a turn. “She also said she’s not the selfish type and she’ll need to share me with a few other people.” I was turned on and confused all at the same time. I was feeling a little concerned about the “sharing” portion.
“Who is she going to be “sharing” you with?” I asked.
“She said some other guys and maybe a girl or two.” That didn’t really make me happy. “Think about it. By doing this we’re sealing the deal that’ll get us out of LA. And you’ve always been interested in watching me with other people and I’m open to it.” I was getting hard and worried at the same time. The more blood that ran to my penis, the less worried I got.
As we finished our drinks, Ally returned from the back room of the bar. She was carrying something and it wasn’t until she was sitting down at the table until I noticed it was some clothes line. “I don’t want you to run off.” She had Marissa cross her wrists in front of her. Ally tied her wrists together and then walked back to the bar. She pulled the rope and Marissa followed behind her like an animal on a leash. Ally lead her behind the bar and tied her to pole at the end of the bar. “Why don’t you join me for a drink?” Ally asked, looking at me. So I headed over to the bar and sat down. Ally poured me a beer and then turned to Marissa. “You look a little uncomfortable.” She kneeled down in front of Marissa and unbuckled her belt and jeans. She pulled off Marissa’s sandals and then slid her pants off. It was completely surreal. There I was sipping a beer watching a six foot one model pull my wife’s pants off.
So there my wife stood – tied to a pole in her stars and moons panties and a white tank top. I almost jumped through the roof when the door swung open and two guys walked. “Hey John. Hey Eric.” Ally said to the two guys. “Its your lucky night.” Marissa and I shared an excited and worried glance. You could see her nipples come to life through the tank top. Ally picked up the key card to Dan’s room and asked what his last name was. I told her and she dialed the hotel. When he picked up the phone she coyly asked, “What’s the first thing we’ll do when I get to the room, big boy. . . Oh, I like that.” And she hung up the phone. “John it looks like you’re getting a blow job. Come around the bar my lucky friend.” I felt a huge pang of fear but right before I could ask Marissa if she was sure, Ally said, “If she doesn’t blow him, I don’t blow Dan.” With that Marissa lowered herself to her knees and unzipped John’s pant. “I like you to lick it a little before you put it in your mouth” Ally informed her. Marissa took the penis into her tied hands and started to lick. She looked up at me but Ally got in the way, “This isn’t about him.” She motioned toward me. “It’s about getting out of LA. Now get to work.” With that, Ally grabbed herself a beer and came around the bar and sat next to me. Marissa licked John’s cock to life. What had started out small, had now grown. Marissa was able to get the whole thing into her mouth. John had better control than I would have had. He was about 25 five, six foot four and every bit the beach resident. His hair was cut short. He had no distinguishing features to his face. I guess you would say he was a generically handsome guy. He wore a designer t-shirt and I’m sure the board shorts that were around his ankles were designer as well. “She’s good at that.” Ally told me as the three of us watched Marissa devoured John’s cock. “Oh . . . by the way. Jack this is Eric – he’s a regular. Eric this is Jack. And that’s his wife blowing John.” As far as Marissa and John were concerned we weren’t even there.
After a few minutes of silence from the audience, (Marissa and John weren’t being all that quiet. Marissa was making slurping noises and John was moaning a little) Eric asked, “Am I going to be able to get in on this action.?” Eric was cut from the same surfer mold as John. He was a little shorter but appeared to be in a little better shape. He had short brown hair and big dark eyes.
