Fucking Deal

The Fucking Deal

Was No Art

We'd finally got the promises of the loans, we'd got customers promises of their business, and we got commitments from support staff to come aboard. The only thing we didn't have was the promise to sell from the owner. Christian sat firm on the idea of keeping the company himself, not taking on a partner or selling.

"I could do it," Claire said. "I could get him to sell."

"And how would you do that?" I asked skeptically.

"You'd have to be okay with it, but I know what he wants more than the company," she said.

"Oh, yeah? What's that?" I said.

"Me," she said with confidence.

"You?" I said.

"He wants to fuck me really bad," she said. "Every time we are together, I can see his hard on in his pants. He is always standing as close as he can. I tell you I could make him want to sell his mother to slavers. All it would take is your willingness to share your wife with man you want to buy the company from," she said.

"And you'd be willing?" I said.

"Hey, for the sake of the company," she said. "We have to make sacrifices. For the good of the sale," she said. "Wouldn't you make sacrifices, give up some things?"

"Of course," I said, "but... "

"You either would or you wouldn't" she said. "You can't have it both ways. Are you willing to sacrifice for the company or not? Wouldn't you fuck to get what you want?"

"Well, I guess," I said. "I... Well, I suppose I would."

"So would I," she said assertively. "Otherwise, you don't want it very much. Wouldn't you permit me to give up something to get the business?"

"No, I wouldn't stand in the way, I guess," I said guardedly. "So you're sure it would work?"

"Is the Pope an American? Of course it would work. You doubt your wife's seductive power?" she asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Of course not," I said. "You seduced me."

"Wasn't a particularly hard job. You were panting like a puppy in heat," she said. "In fact, I had to fight you off." She grinned. "Though I was a pretty hot mama, if I do say so myself."

"I can't argue with that," I said. "So, you think Christian would fall under your spell and agree to give up his company?"

"What man wouldn't?" she asked with a naughty grin. "Most men have their brain in their pants," She said. "A woman doesn't have to put out much effort to get a man slobbering like a sailor on leave. It's a no brainer," she said. "Like the way you drool around Susan when she's around you. It is amusing, just watching you gawk at her ass."

"So, it's that obvious?" I said, not trying to argue.

"It's that obvious," she said. "Like a zit on a nose. You are a bowl of mush around her. I can almost see you imagining her under you," she said. "Christian gets that way around me. You really haven't noticed?"

"I guess I haven't been paying attention," I said. "Clueless husband, right?"

"Exactly!" she said. "I could probably mount him cowgirl and you'd never notice."

"Oh, I'd notice cowgirl," I said. "My favorite rodeo event. I love to see you bouncing above me," I said.

"And you'd love to see Susan from that angle, am I right?" she said with a smirk. "So, let's get back on topic. Am I going to get the sale of the business by fucking Christian into submission?"

"You're determined," I said.

"I want that company," she said. "Fucking Christian is just the method. I'd fuck Trump if it meant getting what we want."

"Now you've gone too far," I said.

"Okay, not Trump, but almost anybody else," she corrected.

So we started planning our strategy. It was decided she'd flirt with Christian and let him think it was his idea. She'd agree to coffee on the way home, let him convince her to stop by his place for a "drink" and let him entice her into bed. It was all settled. I still wasn't sure he'd decide to sell the business just because he fucked her, but I had to admit it was worth a try. Especially when it only required me to sit and wait. If she could entice him into selling, then it could be worth it.

She said she would text me when things were in motion. I sat at home and tried to watch the Dodgers, but I couldn't keep my mind on the game. Finally, I just turned it off and put on some porn. I thought I would try to sit back and enjoy it. I thought I may get some voyeuristic pleasure out of it. I like porn, so maybe I'd get a jolt out of pretending it was her in the scene.

I was a bit surprised that it worked some. There was a little jealousy, a little male insecurity, but all in all it was not bad. If it got us the company, I could live with it. I stayed up until eleven, then I went to bed and read. At two I was awakened by the door and I waited for Claire to come into the bedroom.

"I suppose you didn't get the company?" I said.

"Patience," she said. "These things take time," she added. "I'll tell you when there's progress. You getting nervous?" she asked.

"It seems you're enjoying this," I said.

"Of course," she said. "I like fucking."

"You didn't dream this up so you could fuck him, did you?" I said.

"I guess you'll never really know, will you?" she said. "Not for sure."

Claire was spending more and more time with Christian, finding ways to be with him almost everyday. I tried hard to accept it, to keep the goal in mind, but I had creeping elements of doubt and anxiety that plagued me constantly. Even though I enjoyed imagining her having hot sex, it still ate at me that she was with someone else.

Oh she was good to me sexually, giving me attention even more often than before, but she was fucking him by then at least twice a day. When I would asked her about the status of "the deal" she would just say things were progressing, which meant to me there was no progress and we were no closer to buying the company than we were before.

I decided I would try to see them together, hoping it would excite me enough to ease the stress of worrying about possibly losing her to the owner of the company we wanted to buy.

I found out where he lived and drove there one evening she was with him. I parked two blocks away and walked to his house in the dark. I sneaked around to the backyard and looked for a lighted window. I found his bedroom, crept up close to the glass and peeked between the curtains.

There on the bed, nude, straddling Christian, was my wife, her head back, her mouth slightly open, and she was bouncing over him frantically. I was mesmerized by the sight and aroused by what I was watching them do.

It was terribly erotic and elevated my pulse just seeing them fuck. For a moment I forgot the business deal and concentrated on the sex and the excitement of it. She was ravenous, totally engrossed in making love with Christian, not seeming to care at all about the objective of our plan, but that was hard to know by what I saw.

He continued to fuck her for half an hour, then they both turned around and got into a traditional sixty-nine, each taking the other in their mouth.

She took hold of his ridged and sticky cock and he took both of her pink and puffy labia into his mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his cock, taking him all the way to the back of her throat, not gagging or hesitating to breath. She had never sucked me so skillfully, looking more like a seasoned whore than a business woman out to buy a company. Was she losing her resolve to prompt the deal to own the business? I was not sure anymore. Her affair with Christian, the owner of the business, was taking on a life of its own, existing, it seemed, for its own sake. She was fucking, it seemed to watch them doing it, for her own pleasure and not for the original purpose of obtaining the company.

I crept out of his backyard and made my way in the dark back to my car. As I drove away, images of them fucking and sucking filled my head. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and shook my head. Was I being played for a sucker? Had I been tricked into accepting an idea I was sure to loose?

I drove home and went into the den, turned on the tv, and tried to watch the late news. Nothing kept my attention and after awhile I went to bed and read. I could not get the images of them out of my mind. I kept seeing her bounce over him, pushing his cock deep in her pussy, or his cock in her mouth and her pussy against his lips as he sucked on her and licked her from inside, drinking her juice like an elixir he could not get enough of.

I had watched him come in her mouth as she swallowed every pearly drop, smiling wantonly, looking like a woman in ecstasy, loving the taste of of the man's cum. She looked ravishing, even as I was tortured by the sight, but at the same time, the hardest thing to resolve, was that as I was tormented by what I saw, I was still aroused beyond belief by the same sight.

I could not understand the conflict, the dichotomy of being tortured and turned on by the exact same act. Could it mean I was, in fact, a cuckold at heart, conflicted by what my sexual urges wanted and what

my insecurity demanded. I didn't know much about cuckolds. I only knew they desired to see their partners fucked and reveled in the heat of the moment. The characteristic was not something I was aware of in me, but the signs were there. Just agreeing to the deal scheme was evidence of something.

I was trying to read when she got home, at two am, but I had been dozing off. When she came into the bedroom I sat, groggy and only half awake. "Have a good night?" I asked.

"It was okay, but it's just a scam, right?" she said, taking off her skirt. I noticed she didn't have underwear on and I commented. "So, no underwear?" I said.

"Uh, yeah. He wanted them," she said as she pulled off her blouse.

"So we trade the panties for the business?" I said.

"We didn't talk about that," she said.

"So, is your plan working?" I asked.

"Not sure," she said. "It's too early to know. You have to be patient," she said with a smile. "If you want results, you can't hurry things too much."

"So are things at least looking good?" I said.

"Pretty much," she said.

"When will you be asking him about the sale?" I asked.

"Soon," she said. "Soon."

"Are you at least getting a feel for how things are?" I asked again, pushing for some kind of an answer.

"Things are okay," she said. "Don't worry." She got into bed. "Are you getting nervous?" she said snuggling up against me.

"I am just not in on the action," I said. "I am in the shadows. It's hard to just sit and wait without knowing," I said. "You tell me to relax, but you don't give me any reason to be hopeful. Just help me feel enthusiastic," I said.

For the next two weeks things stayed pretty much the same. She was with him everyday, came home late, and kept telling me to be patient. I was not patient and it got harder to stay calm and be patient each day.

Finally one day she came early, except this time she brought him home with her. They stood in the living room side by side, as if they were a couple. I waited for her to speak. Evidentially, she smiled and said, "We have a proposal. Christian and I would like to unite the company by the two of us becoming partners. We will offer you a position in the business where you can work with confidence for as long as you want. We will guarantee you a position as long as you want. We will run the company, but you will have a job. You won't have a position of control, but you'll have work."

She stopped and waited for me to reply. "So you two have come up with this plan?" I said.

"We have," she said bluntly. "We wanted to give you a chance to be involved, but you have the option of refusal, of course."

"Of course," I said, not believing what I was hearing from my wife. "You are joining up with Christian as partners and offering me a job in the company? Is that right?" I asked.

"Exactly," she said nonchalantly. "Oh, and he and I will get the house and we'll let you stay in his apartment just out of town. I'll visit you occasionally for sex, but will stay most of the time with Christian here at the house," she said.

"Do I have any say in the matter?" I said.

"Of course," she said. "You can refuse his apartment or the job.

"What about the marriage?" I asked.

"We won't divorce, because of appearances, of course, but in most ways we will be separated and he and I will live as married people," she said. "Unless you object and demand a divorce."

"Of course," I said.

I turned down the job, the apartment, and the occasional sex. I got a place of my own a few hundred miles from my old home and the business. I found a job and went to work in a month. Two weeks after taking the job I met a woman who seemed to like me and two months later she moved in. We have no thoughts of starting a business, and she is satisfied with the job she has as a lawyer in a small firm in a town next to where we live.

Life can play tricks on you. I have learned from some of the best, and Claire taught me that just when you think you have it all figured out you are probably getting ready for a fall. We didn't buy the company, but I guess I bought the farm.