She does, enthusiastically.

Jane stared at her husband, who was balls deep in a tattooed stripper maybe fifteen feet away. She was angry, very angry…and she was quite aroused.

She reached back and lifted her dress, a skin tight dress that only covered half of her ass anyway, pulling it up to her waist. She looked up at her husband’s boss, the senior partner of the law firm. “Fuck me here. Fuck me right here where we stand, I want you to fuck me right now.”

She then bent at the waist and presented the older man an unbelievable ass, which his hands quite happily squeezed. But he was too slow getting his pants off, Jane leaned up and looked him in the eyes, “right now…get your cock out, I want you inside of me now Mr. Gamble…” she said intensely.

Jane bent at the waist again, bracing herself on a chair, and Mr. Gamble unbuckled his pants and dropped them, but started fumbling with his wallet, a bit drunkenly leaning over Jane to get closer to her. “I don’t have a condom, hang on a minute, they have them all over her, won’t be a minute…”

Jane again raised herself and turned to face her husband’s boss Zach, “Zachary Martin, get your cock out and get it inside of me, or don’t, but do it now…I don’t care if you wear a fucking condom. Fuck me right now!!”

She whispered the last bit to him, but quite aggressively as she wiggled out of her dress, standing naked before him other than her high heels. She was wearing heavy makeup and glitter, and had a long wig on, but her beauty was impossible to conceal.

He turned her around and bent her over, with Jane again bracing on a chair, but staring at John as she did it. The hall had better lighting than the room, so Jane could see John clearly, but even just fifteen feet away, all he could see with a light behind her was that his boss was behind an exquisitely beautiful young woman. The light made it impossible to see her clearly.

Mr. Gamble pushed his unprotected cock inside of Jane, pleased to find she was wet and ready for him, and she nearly growled in pleasure.

As Jane watched her husband fuck a stripper, his boss started to pound her doggy style, with him grunting, and their skin making a distinct slapping sound as he pounded her.

Jane was squealing in pleasure, feeling a cock inside of her again, made all the more pleasurable for her husband watching her do it. She didn’t know he couldn’t see her well, and she didn’t think that he wouldn’t easily recognize her in heavy make up and a wig, that didn’t matter right then.

Jane was cussing and talking dirty, such was her anger and arousal, with a long streak of moans, groans and profanity coming from her.

“Fuck me…fuck me harder you motherfucker, fuck me!!”

John tuned and looked, it was impossible not to hear her, but with the loud music, odd lighting and the black lights strobing he had no idea it was his wife getting fucked right before him, he just knew the beautiful woman was watching him fuck another woman, he could see her eyes, so he kept going to put on a show.

This continued for maybe ten minutes, and finally John orgasmed, pulling out and in the lighting Jane could see he wasn’t wearing a condom either. She looked back over her shoulder at her husband’s boss Mr. Gamble, “fill me up Zach! Fill my body with your fucking cum! Then I am going to suck you clean!”

John heard the woman nearly shouting over the thumping music, “fill me up…fill me up, fill me with your cum asshole!”

And he saw his boss grunt and spasm, holding himself deep in the beautiful woman before him, cumming deep inside of her. Then she got on her knees and sucked his boss’s cock as she had said she would.

Then he saw his boss smile as he laid the beautiful woman back on a sofa by the door. His cock was still hard, and he moved in and began fucking her again, with barely two minutes of rest. John was a bit jealous, he would need time, maybe an hour. Sometimes at these events he would have sex more once, but not often.

John watched the senior partner fuck the beautiful woman for a few minutes, then put his clothing back on and went out to get another drink and maybe find another stripper to fuck, as his firm had paid to have full access to fuck any stripper on the floor that night. All he had to do was show a stripper his wrist band, and she would come with him, on the spot.

Soon John came back with a beautiful black woman, but found that Mr. Gamble and the beautiful young woman were gone. He shrugged, and went to kiss the beautiful and athletic black stripper, but she leaned away.

“I just ate some cum baby,” she said in a sexy tone. “You don’t want that taste in your mouth…”

She smiled, and instead dropped to her knees and pulled his cock out. It wasn’t fully hard, but it didn’t take long for her to get him going again.

As John moved onto his back and the black stripper began to fuck him cowgirl style, his boss was walking his wife Jane to their building.

“How often does it happen?” Jane asked him. “Like tonight, the sex, John with strippers?”

Mr. Gamble stopped at their door, the doorman standing by to open the front door to Jane and John’s building.

He staggered just a bit, he had enjoyed a lot of ****, but he was coming down from it now. “Maybe once a week, sometimes more, it is a team building thing, we do it with clients. It is a part of the business, it is expected.”

“But John is…” she looks down, feeling some shame. “John is having trouble…performing right now, with me. I can’t get him going, he doesn’t want me. How can he want them?”

Mr. Gamble holds her hands, as much to steady himself as an act of affection, “it isn’t you Jane, you are a striking beauty, any man is lucky to be with you, John is under a lot of pressure at work…and he is taking it poorly.” He answers softly and calmly, “and at the club, that is the allure of being with a stranger. That is a powerful thing, he watched me fuck you, and because he didn’t know it was you it gave him even more energy.”

It was cold out, and Mr. Gamble saw Jane was shivering a bit, so he nodded to the doorman who opened the door. “Mr. Gamble, welcome back”.

As they walked to the elevator, Jane looked up at her husband’s boss, “but you live at your house, you have a place here as well?”

Mr. Gamble laughed softly, “I have the house you know, an apartment here, as well as a cabin up in the mountains out West, and a little beach house as well, the fruits of successful labor my dear.”

Jane stopped at the resident elevators, but Mr. Gamble kept walking, taking her by the hand to a door down the hall that opened with a key fob he pulled out. This opened a door to a more private elevator, which took them directly up to a much more exclusive floor high up in the building. He walked her to the end of a hall, and used the key fob again and opened a door to a massive and beautiful apartment.

It was on the top floor of the building, and on three sides the exterior walls were all glass from floor to a high ceiling. Jane had a clear view of all of downtown, an amazing view of the city.

Mr. Gamble walked her up a set of beautiful stairs to a second floor, still with a great view, and walked her out on a large balcony.

The air was cool and it was windy, but Jane was so stricken by the view that she barely noticed, it took her breath away.

“How can you afford all of this?” She asked softly, leaning into him.

“I own the building darling,” he answered confidently. “My dad built it years ago, and I renovated the upper floors when I inherited it.”

Jane just stared at him, “you own the whole building?” She thought he just owned a law firm. “Fuck…”

“My parents were quite wealthy Jane. Real estate, shipping, a lot of little business interests, lots of equity holdings,” he continues. “The law firm is something I built out of college myself, it is just a small piece of the overall family business.”

Jane had her hand on the railing and looked at her wedding ring, a modest ring John had purchased for her, and she recoiled. “What we did, we shouldn’t have done that.” She said softly, staring up into his eyes. “I was angry at my husband, but I should not have looked him in the eyes as we did it, that isn’t respectful.”

Mr. Gamble laughed a bit drunkenly, “respectful? You mean like your husband fucking strippers and prostitutes two at a time while neglecting your needs?” He said in a stern voice, “what you did was fair Jane, it was fair. If he fucks, you get to fuck, end of story.”

He walked back inside and sat on a beautiful sofa, a massive thing that wouldn’t even fit in Jane’s apartment, and she followed him.

Jane leaned into him, she knew he was right, “what do we do now?” She asked him.

“Jane, darling,” he replied. “You do what you want to, this is not a monogamous world, and you saw what your husband does away from you. Tonight wasn’t the first time, and won’t be the last, you should be as free as he is…”

Jane was still lost in the moment, in an unbelievable penthouse apartment with a charming and attractive older man.

“You do what makes you feel good, whatever that is,” Mr. Gamble continued. “That’s how I live my life at least.”

Mr. Gamble then leaned down and kissed her softly, and when Jane lifted her hands to his head to pull him in closer, their kiss became deeper and more passionate.

Jane then pulled back, “we live in this building, what about when John gets home?” She asked.

Mr. Gamble pulled out his phone and texted briefly, then set it on a table and smiled.

“Don’t worry darling, I will know when your husband leaves the strip club, but he won’t be leaving soon…” he replied. His phone buzzed and he lifted it, then showed Jane a couple of pictures on it, showing her husband John now having sex with two beautiful black strippers, two curvaceous and fit women.

The pictures showed that he was alternating fucking the two women, and they were having lesbian sex with each other. It was quite a threesome.

“That club closes at three AM, John won’t leave before that time,” he continued. “I will be notified when we leaves, we have plenty of time. Probably three hours. If needed I can have him delayed downstairs if he gets here and you aren’t ready, I own the place after all…”

Jane now smiled, and he liked the view of her seeming happy, a beautiful sight to see. “So we have three hours, what would you like to do with it darling?” He asked her.