'Old Man' Carver.......one of my suppliers

As the night went I was both pleased and a bit excited by the responses I had been getting with Amy at my side.

The drinks were running fast and free and both of us were feeling great.

“Hey Matt.” a man’s voice suddenly boomed out from behind us.

Amy and I both turned around to see a slightly overweight man with white hair walking towards us. It was George ‘Old Man’ Carver one of my company’s top product suppliers. Carver had been in business for decades and was one of the staples of our business.

“Hi Mr. Carver.” I said as we shook hands, “This is my wife Amy.”

“A pleasure to meet you.” he said as he turned and shook Amy’s hand.

We chatted a bit and I couldn’t help but notice that the old man kept checking out Amy’s hot little body whenever he could.

Suddenly the dance music changed into a slow song and Carver turned to Amy and asked, “Hey how about letting an old man have a dance?”

Amy turned towards me as if to ask my permission.

“Uh yeah sure.” I stammered as the pudgy man led Amy out towards the dance floor.

In a moment ‘Old Man’ Carver had his arms wrapped around Amy’s curvy body as they danced to the slow music.

I had to admit I was a bit jealous as I watch a man, more than twice Amy’s age, holding her against his body. I wondered what he felt with her massive melons pressed against his chest.

“Lucky bastard.” I thought to myself as I noticed his hands wandering along Amy’s back and occasionally grazing against her tight little ass just barely covered by her short dress.

My mind’s eye suddenly pictured Carver sitting in a chair with his pants around his ankles with Amy kneeling between his legs. She was completely naked except for her sexy high heels as she wrapped her pendulous breasts around the old man’s cock as she titty fucked him and we ‘negotiated’ a new production contract.

“Damn.” I said to myself as I **** the erotic vision out of my head. She’s your wife’s friend, she’s your friend you kept telling yourself.

Finally the dance was over and they returned.

“Your wife is an excellent dancer.” Carver stated with a chuckle, “I could dance with her all night.”

I just smiled as Amy returned to my side.

“Why don’t we meet in my suite tomorrow after the convention to discuss the terms of the new contract.” Carver suggest, “Say around 8.”

“Yeah that would be great.” I told him.

As the old man turned he quickly added, “And bring Amy along with you.”