I had been trying to land a prospective client at work for months. Finally I got a meeting with him - he was going to visit my house for the afternoon for lunch, and to talk. Landing this client would be a huge catch, and I made sure to tell V how important it was. She promised she would put on her best good wife show.
V was finishing up with lunch prep when I heard the knock. I strode confidently to the door and answered, smiling as I greeted our guest.
"I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me today, Mr. Thomas," I say, shaking his hand. "Welcome to our home."
"Dax, call me Jordan. And I am confident you'll make it worth my while," my guest says, smiling.
"Let me introduce you to my wife, Vanessa." As we walk into the kitchen, V is bent over, getting the steaks out of the oven. She is stunning in a short, but not scandalously short, absolutely skin tight black dress. We wait patiently for her to set the steaks down.
"V, this is Jordan Thomas. Jordan, this is my wife Vanessa."
V smiles and says "Please, call me V."
Jordan takes V's extended hand and kisses it softly as he looks down at her. "It's absolutely my pleasure, V."
A little time passes and we get down to lunch and small talk. V is the perfect hostess - an absolute pleasure and incredibly attentive.
After lunch, as V is clearing the table, Jordan asks "So what do two normally do on a beautiful day like today?"
"Well normally, we would go for a swim." I reply. "But I know we have business to discuss.
"You know... A swim sounds excellent, and we can discuss business after."
I smile and agree. "It is too nice outside not to swim."
"I don't normally carry around my swimsuit, so I hope it won't be awkward if I just swim in my boxers?" Jordan asks.
"Not a problem at all. You can change in there." I reply, pointing toward the bathroom.
Jordan returns a few minutes later wearing only a pair of light grey boxer briefs. He obviously makes use of the gym, as he is in good shape. I notice that V can't help but sneak a few looks.
I change next, into my red bikini-style suit, which doesn't get a reaction at all from Jordan. I tell him to head out and we would be right there. After he's outside, I gently grab V's arm.
"You're doing great, but you need to wear a decent bikini. Not your white one."
"I know."
"And you better be wearing a bikini *top* when you come outside."
V rolls her eyes. "Fine. Decent bikini. With a top."
Satisfied, I join our guest out back.
Ten minutes later, V emerges from the house with a cooler full of beers. She's wearing a bikini I haven't seen before, but I know the style well. It was bright red to match my own. The top was just like the top of her black bikini - tiny triangles that only barely cover her nipples and little more. Her small breast tattoo stood out. The bottoms were similar to her white bikini - absolutely tiny bottoms, and thin strings with ties along the side. I knew the back was a G-string without looking. The bottoms struggled to contain her enormous labia, which formed a large bikini bulge. Her other Q tattoo was prominent, directly above her barely covered pussy.
We are both rendered speechless as she walks toward us. Near a little table by the chairs, V turns away from us and bends to set the cooler down. Her entire perfect ass on is view for my hopeful client. The red string disappeared between her perfect, almost unmarred cheeks. The large Q spade tattoo was her ass' only flaw.
Finally one of us found a voice, as V reached down to hand us each a beer.
"So you're a Queen of Spades. I never would have guessed."
V smiled innocently. "I guess I am a Queen of Spades... My... Husband insisted I get them. He thinks they're sexy."
