Business Man

Once we were cleaned up and out of our work clothes we go out for a nice meal and a movie then come home for yet another incendiary round of sex. Life was so damn good right now.

Another day passes and no progress is made on our little project. Brandon proved impossible to get a hold of. He was never home and his phone was turned off or something. I told Jane that it could be at the bottom of a river or smashed to bits on the side of the road. Brandon was chaos personified. She marveled at how he got by living the way he did.

At one point I say to her. “You sure about Brandon? We could take him off the list if you're not feeling it.”

She smiles. “No way. I want to feel those muscles! Besides, he'll be fun in the sack I am sure.”

I chuckle. “Fair enough.”

We continue on, sure we'd bring my muscle bound friend in soon enough. We make love twice more that day. One teasing, one romantic, both incredible.

The next day fate threw us a curve ball. It was early Sunday afternoon and we were just hanging out and getting some housework done when our doorbell rang.

Ding dong.

Jane answers as I walk out to see who it was. There at the doorway stood Peter. He wore a sharp and impeccably fitted dark suit. His hair was styled, his dark stubble at a perfect length, and he wore dark expensive looking sunglasses. He looked ready to walk down a fashion runway or something.

“Hello Peter.” My girlfriend says cheerfully, I could tell by the way she was looking at him she appreciated his well groomed appearance.

“Hey Pete.” I say. “You're looking spiff.”

He takes Jane's hand and smoothly brings it to his lips for a gentlemanly kiss. “Hello gorgeous.” He says in a low silky voice.

She smiles bashfully and looks at him in a most flattered way.

I cock an eyebrow. What the hell?

He turns to me. “Sorry John, I'm not here as a friend today.” He steps through the door and approaches me. He offers me a hand.

I shake it reluctantly. Jane closes the door and walks up to us. She crosses her arms just under her breasts, her tight white t shirt giving us a pretty good view of the shape beneath.

“Pete...” I start.

He raises a hand. “Call me Peter. As I said, I am here on business.” Reaching into his interior breast pocket he pulls out a crisp new twenty dollar bill. “I am here to make a deal. I wish to rent your woman.”

“Oh my...!” My girlfriend gasps.

He raises two fingers toward her indicating he wanted silence. “I'm speaking to your man. Shhh.”

It was so insulting! So condescending! And yet she bites her lips and clams up, a little smile on her face. She watches me.

“Billy, that loose lipped piece of shit.” I mutter.

He grins that suave grin of his. “It was Gary actually. Don't be angry at him. I could tell something was up with him. It's not everyday a guy loses his virginity. The guy had to tell someone, and I pushed him on it. I mean I really pressed him. He was bound to break. He swore he wouldn't tell another soul and I believe him. You understand?”

I shake my head. Gary had been failing to get pussy for so many years, even being teased about it, that he must have been bursting to tell someone about it.

He then says. “Billy too. Very interesting.” He straightens his suit. “Well then. I'd like to be the next to cuckold you. Tell me your terms and I will tell you mine.”

I look at Gary with some surprise and think a moment. This was off script and most unexpected.

“Would you like a moment to speak with your whore?” He asks point blank.

I look to her and she gives me a little shake of the head. She wanted to see me make a deal for her body.

I look back at my debonair friend. “Very well. You know the price I see. My terms are that I get to be in the room when it happens. You get her once. You cum one time. It ends when we say so, no questions asked. And you keep it a secret, unlike Gary, until we say so.”

“That's it?” He asks.

“Um...” I think. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Very well. Your terms are agreeable to me.” He holds the twenty close, not yet handing it over. “My terms are fairly simple as well. We do it tonight and we do it at my place.” He looks over at my girlfriend and looks her slowly up and down, practically groping her with his eyes. “Sorry for the rush, but I am a busy man and I have a desire for such fine flesh this evening. I want her unspoiled, so no sampling the goods before me today. Yes?”

Fuck, he was really into this. I nod. “Agreed. Your place, tonight, unspoiled.”

He hands the twenty over and we share a firm handshake. “7 pm. Don't be late.”

“We won't be.” I swear.

“A pleasure doing business with you John.”

“Uh, yeah. See you tonight Peter.”

He smiles, nods, and turns to Jane. “Until tonight my dear.”

She just smiles, her brown eyes twinkling with naughty delight.

Without another word he spins on the heel of his polished black Gucci's and walks boldly and confidently from our house.

I stand there, the brand spanking new twenty in my hand, while we look at each other wondering if that just really happened.