The meeting room was comfortable, but desperately in need of modernisation. It reminded me of the office style popular over three decades ago, when I first started my career. Our client is raking in billions but can't pay a contractor to refurbish their bloody office, I thought.
"And it all leads to this very moment, which is the start of many great things!"
The tall, white haired man in the pricey suit signs the contract, then pushes it my way.
"Jason, will you do the honours?"
And I did, signing a multimillion contract on behalf of my corporation, ensuring massive profits and a chunky bonus for myself. Almost a year of prep work, bids and late nights finally paying off. It's such a big deal that I flew first thing in the morning just to sign this piece of paper. I could simply click on a box online, but nothing can replace the interpersonal factor, I always say. Plus an evening in a lush hotel vs sleeping with my frigid bitch of a wife is an easy choice to make. I considered throwing an escort in the mix, as my balls were due for emptying.
After all handshakes and toasts were done and dusted, I gathered my team and left. Petrov, my PA, dragged all the way from headquarters with me, and Greta, the local office tech specialist. It would be near impossible to seal the deal without her due diligence and bid writeup, so she deserved to attend the proceedings. We spent months having video calls, it's damn good to finally meet in person.
There are some things you can only find out when you meet someone in the flesh. Petrov for example, was as reliable as reinforced concrete, with razor sharp intelligence. He was also a wet towel when it came to having fun; instead of seizing the day and following his boss in a night of fun, he was rushing back to the airport so he wouldn't miss his mother in law's choir premiere. But he got the job done and that's what really mattered
Then came Greta, telling me that I'm way taller than she thought. She was about 5'7 and still not reaching above my shoulders. It was a revelation, she said. The biggest revelation though was her ass, a big round peach that had no business being that fine. I estimated she had a lovely pair of c cups, but they looked small in comparison to her hips. That's what you got when you only met people while sitting behind a screen.
Anyway, Petrov vanished in minutes, jumping in a taxi and shooting for the airport. I was left to wait for a taxi with Greta. I could think of worse people to be stuck with. We built a very good relationship over the last year. There even was a hint of flirting between the two of us, but nothing inappropriate or unprofessional.
"So, Greta, any celebratory plans in place?"
"Oh, I'm meeting Mike for a date night. No reservations in place but we are definitely hitting up a cocktail bar I like. Need to drop by the office first though, to refresh a bit and leave my stuff. What about you? Will you be exploring our fine town?"
Mike was her husband. We'd mention our partners or kids now and then, during calls. I knew for example that Greta was married to Mike for about 3 years now, that she was 30 years old and that she loved cocktails and netball (and I now had the urge to see her peach in netball shorts, I wonder why). My team knew of Marcello and Theo, my teenage sons and Martha, the striga passing as my wife and my passion for crossfit and cycling. I don't brag for no good reason, but I've been in excellent shape for a man in his 50s.
But enough with sports and recreations. My mind worked fast and offered for Greta and Mike to join me at the hotel's bar and restaurant. Corporate would be paying for the executive suite at The Ulster. Spenny, but I was making them millions, they could afford me a decent room now and then.
"I heard the food, views and most importantly their cocktails are the best in town."
"You know, I've lived here all my life and never been at 'The Ulster'. It's above my pay grade, haha" Damn, she had such a cute smile.
"The company owes you for all your hard work, it's on my tab. And I'm sure the suite will be better for freshening up and storing your laptop than the office. What do you say?"
"I say it's a date! I'll text Mike to come find us at the bar."
Soon after we found ourselves at my suite. It was quite nice, the lounge fitted with ground to ceiling windows, the night cityscape at our feet. The bedroom was equipped with a queen sized bed, luxuriously outfitted. And finally the bathroom, full of marble surfaces, the biggest power shower enclosure I've ever seen and a palatial brass bathtub.
Greta was impressed by the opulence. Everything, from the leather sofas to the branded toiletries looked and felt expensive. She tossed her jacket on the sofa and excused herself to go and get ready.
In the meantime, I gave a quick call to my wife to let her know I was having dinner then hit the sack. I knackered, I said. And yes, tell the boys I love them. No, I wouldn't be late coming back the next day. I always wondered how many times I'd divorce her by now, if it wasn't for her family's wealth and connections. If only she could get in a car crash...
"Just need my jacket and I'm ready, boss!"
I was interrupted by a radiant Greta, a woman transformed. Her long blonde hair was no longer loose, but wrapped in an elegant knot. Her makeup touched up a note and made her green eyes shine like emeralds. Better yet, she had lost her loose shirt, keeping only a lacy bra that was shading rather than covering her perky breasts. She had the tastiest dark nipples.
"Silly me, forgot to take this with me!"
Was it really an accident, or was she toying with me? Greta wasn't in a hurry buttoning herself up, her outfit now complete. She kept the matching tight trousers, which I had no complaints about. Her flats were replaced by stylish high heels. I approved of what I saw.
She gave me a little spin and struck a pose.
"What do you think? Ready to go!"
"I think you look amazing. Couldn't ask for a more beautiful date partner."
"You aren't bad on the eyes either."
"You are just pitying an old man. I could be your dad, you know "
"Haha, don't be silly. I'm going on a date with two henge men, I'm the luckiest woman in the town."
I offered my hand and she accepted it.
The heels gave more spring to her walking, resulting in her ass moving ever so more seductively. I wanted her badly.
The bar's style walked a fine line between being grandiose and gaudy. The cocktails were smashing, according to Greta, having a single malt myself. She was on her second drink now, getting chatty and flirty with me, while messaging her husband in between.
By the time Mike arrived his wife jad burned through three of the bar's specials of the day, a concoction fit for a pirate. She was laughing at my jokes and even touching me casually, leaning towards me and resting her hands on me.
Mike had a darker complexion than Greta, fit but a tad shorter than his wife on heels. He had a good eye for suits and women though, so I gave him that. And he turned out to be a decent person too. I was still envious of his wife though.
We got some dinner, during which Greta consumed the majority of a bottle of wine. She was becoming more chummy and bubbly as the night progressed. The random touching increased, so did glances by her full of flirt and suggestion. At least I interpreted them as such.
Not wanting to part ways yet, I suggested we take the party to my quarters. Soon Greta had both men embraced and trotting towards the suite. Room service followed soon with two more bottles of red. I was always known to be a gracious host.
We were chilling in the lounge, looking at the city lights below. I needed a break and excused myself to the bathroom. My cock felt semi hard in my hand as I got in position to piss. Checking my bag of toiletries, I find the packet of dick pills and take a couple. There was a premonition that I was getting laid that night and I was going to be ready for it.
Back to the lounge and the couple was making out on the sofa, breaking off reluctantly.
"Were we offending you?" asked Mike
"Not at all. Please, don't stop for me, I'd hate to stop a loving couple."
"I didn't think you'd be a peeping tom, Jason," Greta said with a mischievous smile.
"it's impossible to avert my eyes from your beauty, my dear."
"Hmm wine and compliments, are you trying to win my heart?"
"Is it working?"
"No, my heart belongs to my husband."
Mike then pulled her close, Greta kissing him passionately. Between kisses she looks at me and said:
"There are other things to win."
They kept touching and kissing each other for a bit longer. I settled on an armchair, leaving the large sofa to them. Whispering, moaning, the sound of bodies shifting on leather and my hot coworker being sexed up got my cock stirring.
"We wanted to have someone watch us... but we couldn't decide who and when. This feels right, as long as you are OK with it, too."
So that's what it was all about.
"It would be my pleasure to host you. I am privileged to be chosen."
Greta then walked up to me and planted a little kiss on my cheek.
"I knew you were the right one."
We watched her walk away, presumably to the bathroom, ass parade.
"Mike, this is quite the plot twist, what's going on?"
'Listen, I wasted too... We wanted to try sex with an audience, but it never worked out. Greta is in a good mood and she really likes you. Well, I want to strike while the iron is hot.``
"And what is my role in this? What are the limits?"
"Are you happy to watch us? Don't know where this could go, but it's happening."
"Mike my boy, it will be my pleasure to accommodate you, just say what you want and it will be done."
"What are you two conspiring about?"
Greta was back, eyeing us like a big cat.
"We were just talking about how you need to top up the wine glasses."
With fresh drinks in hand, we assumed our positions. I noticed Greta was not going easy on the alcohol, whereas Mike was pacing himself. Maybe she was relying on liquid courage. It looked like it was working.
Soon her jacket was on the floor. Dark erect nipples adorned her shapely breasts under the flimsy lace. She stood up, back turned at me, then slowly peeled her trousers off. The girl wanted to put on a show. Was the eye candy my win? Or could there be more?
That ass was a massive win in every way. She fixed her heels back on, then ran her hands from her ankles to her butt, giving it a smack, then to her breasts. She giggled as she undid the hook, then looked at me and tossed the bra on my lap.
I quietly brought it to my face, savouring the smell. His trousers were off and Greta was getting busy sucking his cock, bent over between his legs. He moaned and praised her skills, getting her more fired up.
"Could you help my wife with that thong?"
I got across to them, elated that I was getting to do more than just watching. Greta was busy slobbering over her husband's cock, held in place by Mike. It sounded wet and filling, her mouthwork voracious.
