"What do you think I should wear?" my wife asked.
"It's up to you," I shrugged. "Something business like, but which doesn't hide the fact that you're an attractive woman. We need this meeting to be a success and I've seen Graham looking at you, so we need to exploit every small advantage we have".
Karen gave me a disapproving look, "I'm not going looking like a slut."
"And that's not what I'm suggesting; anything too blatant would be counterproductive, he'd see through it, but this meeting is vital. This is the only interest we've had, lose it and our firm will go under, we will have to sell this house and move to something much smaller."
I didn't like to think about the consequences if this deal fell through. I moved up behind her and put my arms round her.
"Dress like the smart, confident woman you are, just add a touch more sex appeal to it on this occasion. Graham would like that and so would I. Knowing you're sat there in your best lingerie, including stockings and suspenders will give both of us a boost, and probably Graham as well."
"He's not going to see them," Karen protested.
"True, but if we clinch the deal, then when we get back home I'm going to make damn sure I see them."
A few hours later we were in Graham's office. It was on the second floor of an modern office unit on the outskirts of an industrial estate. The view was across the flat roofs of single storey industrial units with the low grey cloud adding to the nondescript scene.
I glanced at Karen and although she was trying to hide it, I could see that she was nervous. In truth we both were - there was so much that hinged on this meeting.
She had chosen to wear a tight knee length black skirt and a white blouse which was just see-through enough for you to get a clear sense of the lacy black bra she was wearing. It gives you some idea of how conservative Karen is that wearing a coloured bra under a white blouse is something she would normally consider too blatant.
Her underwear was completed by lacy black panties and a suspender belt with lace topped stockings. She had on a pair of reasonably high heels which enhanced and emphasised the pleasing shape of her legs. She had a bit more make-up on than usual, but not excessively so - neither of us is keen on caked on make-up.
Graham and I were both wearing dark business suits and ties, so it was a completely formal business meeting. His desk was impressively clear of paperwork, the only item was the proposal which we had put to him.
I'd met him a year of so earlier at a charity event and had had only limited contact with him since, but, casting around for options, I had realised that he might just be the investor we were looking for.
I knew he was in his early fifties, so about ten years older than me and some fifteen years older than Karen. He ran two businesses from units on this estate and had an interest in several others. In truth he looked the part of the successful businessman, partly because he was lucky to be one of those men who looked more distinguished with age and Karen had seen him at the gym, so although he was carrying one or two extra pounds, he was actually in very good shape.
My sales pitch was concise and to the point. I gave the best possible spin to our proposal and Karen chipped in with several points which hopefully made it clear that she was actively involved in the business and not just there to make up the numbers. Graham listened to us in silence, then leaned forward.
"The business case is painfully thin," he said, opening the proposal and running briefly through some of the figures. "The best case scenario is very little profit for all the time and effort that's involved. It's not difficult to work out that you have tried others with a more direct interest in this line of work, but been turned down."
There was a pause and I could feel my heart pumping and the realisation that we were looking at another refusal. He continued.
"Normally I would say no, but there is one aspect that interests me." He looked directly at me, then at Karen. "I'll accept your proposal, but it's completely conditional on one thing - I get to have sex with Karen."
"You mean..." I stuttered.
"I mean that if I get to fuck her now, then afterwards I will sign the contract." I looked at Karen and like me she was speechless.
"I'll leave you alone and give you five minutes to discuss my proposal, but it's a one-off unrepeatable offer. If you turn me down that's it, the deal is off."
He stood up and left the room. Karen and I looked at each other. If the circumstances were different we would have just picked up our things and left, but the stakes were too high for that, we stood to lose too much.
I waited for Karen to say something, but nothing was forthcoming, so, rather lamely, I asked her what she thought. She turned it back on me and asked me what I thought.
"It's your body, so it's what you think that's important." That might have been true, but it also made it clear that I wasn't rejecting Graham's proposal. Karen looked away and was clearly thinking. I was the only man she had ever slept with, which only added to the dilemma she was facing. She turned back to me.
"Alright, I'll do it, but you'll have to emphasise to Graham that it's a one-off and that he is sworn to secrecy and must never tell anyone."
The remaining couple of minutes seemed to stretch out forever, but finally Graham came back in and sat down again.
"We accept," I said. "But you have to confirm that it is a one-off and you will never tell anyone about it."
"No problem with that," Graham said briskly. "It's a one-off and I've absolutely no intention of telling anyone. But there is one more thing on my part - the sex will have to be bareback, I'm not going to use a condom."
I looked at Karen and she bit her lip in a gesture which signalled her anxiety. She nodded her head briefly and said OK. Graham allowed himself a quiet smile, locked the room door, then moved across to the window and drew the blinds.
"Stand up please." He moved behind Karen, unzipped her skirt, then tugged firmly, so that it fell to the floor and pooled round her feet. Next he turned her to face him and calmly unbuttoned her blouse. I thought he was going to remove it, but he left it gaping open. His eyes roamed approvingly across her 36D breasts, the thin lace of her bra doing nothing to hide her erect nipples and large, dark areola.
