I helped to convince a client to accept my husband’s offer [MF]

Back when I was married, my husband once took me on a work trip with him. He was meeting a potential overseas client, trying to get him to give my husband’s company his money. From what my husband told me, everything was almost in place, he just needed a final push to convince the client him. The company set the client up in a really fancy hotel and we got rooms there too. My husband was planning to take a few days off after the negotiating was done.

On the first day there, we had dinner with the client at the hotel’s restaurant. And because my husband was so sure that the client would agree, he took me shopping and chose out an outfit for me so that we could properly celebrate afterwards. He got me this sexy green evening gown. Thin straps, a slit down the side with a plunging neckline; so low cut that I could not wear a bra, but I wore panties underneath. Stockings and heels completed the look.

We are seated at dinner and I am seated next to the client; a charming older Italian man. He was what you would call a silver fox, though I was not aware of the term back then. My husband and the client’s assistant sat in front of us. The shop talk was boring and I tuned most of it out, but the client did not neglect me and we talked about various things, we even flirted a little. He had the loveliest accent. And he chose some really great, expensive wine for us, joking about how he could afford it since my husband’s company was footing the bill.

A bit after all of us had a few drinks, the client and his assistant, both excused themselves to use the bathroom. My husband tells me that even though the talks were going well, the client seemed reluctant to give him a final answer. I jokingly suggested that I could seduce him and convince him. My husband and I were in an open relationship, though until then the only other people I fucked while we were together were his friends and a couple of strangers. Before that night, we had never considered that I could help ‘convince’ his clients. He told me if that I was willing, he had no problem with me fucking his client. And he didn’t think it would hurt his chances. Given that the client was an older, handsome and fit man, I was completely willing.

After the client came back, I flirted with him a lot more and it seemed to be working. He paid more attention to me than my husband, but it wasn’t too overt. He even caressed my thigh a bit under the table, all the while talking with my husband. Finally, the client said it was time to call it a night and dismissed his assistant. My husband went off to settle the bill, leaving the two of us alone. The client looked at me with a small smile and asked what I was up to and I told him I was trying to convince to make a deal with my husband. He asked me what that would entail. And I told him if he had bottle of wine up in his room, I could show him. He asked me if my husband knew what I was doing and when I explained that we were open, he seemed a bit amused and said he always thought that Americans were more prudish. He then stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and he led me out of the restaurant. I saw my husband, giving me a thumbs up as we exited.

The hotel room is V-shaped and extravagant, with dark walls, a huge bed against one wall. The lights are turned down low and the beautiful view of the city lies out through the ceiling to floor windows at the broad end of the V. He goes and fiddles with the CD player (remember those?), and puts on some soft, slow music. He then pours us some wine and settled himself in the armchair. I walked over to the windows, taking a drink and looked out the window for a moment. After a moment, he clears his throat and asks how I was going to convince him.

I put the glass down and start moving with the music, still with my back to him, swaying my hips seductively. I turned slowly, facing him, sliding my hands up and down my body. His eyes followed the gentle, bouncy movement of my breasts. My nipples were clearly pressed against the fabric. I reached down swishing my dress, revealing my stockings before putting it back down with teasing smile. With the next movement, I lifted up the dress more, showing him more and more. I then let the dress drop slid the straps down and wiggled so that the dress fell down, revealing my breasts. It hung about my arms, not falling to the floor.

He decided he had enough of watching and stood up, putting down his glass and walked over to me, telling me to turn around. I did as he said and watched in the reflection in the glass window as he approached me. He bent down and I felt his lips touch my back, where the dress exposed my bare skin, and trailed upwards along my spine, giving me delicious shivers. He pressed me against the cold glass, kissing my shoulder lightly and kissing my neck. He leaned me back a little so that he could run his hands between the glass and my breasts, over my nipples pinching and tugging at them.

He let go of me and took a step back. I stayed pressed against the glass, my sizable chest squashed flat against the freezing glass. I heard buttons being unbuttoned and zippers being unzippered.

He took me by the shoulder and turned me around, nudged me down to my knees, my back pressed against the glass. His cock presses against my lips, firm and hot, and I open my mouth immediately. He slid forward slowly. Much too slowly for my liking and I moved my head forward taking him all the way in to the hilt. He lets out a gasp of pleasure and surprise. I hold him in my throat, moaning and looking up at him. I start to suck him, moving my head back and forth, stroking his shaft when I was not enveloping him with my mouth, playing with his balls. Finally, I let him go and pulled my head back, sucking just on his head. He reaches down and clears the hair from my face and moves back so that he pops out of my mouth. He tells me that I am a good cocksucker and asks how hard can I take it. I grin insolently up him and ask how hard can he give it to me.

Turns out he could give it to be very hard. He told me to tap on the glass with my hand if it gets too much and as soon as I acknowledged that he grabbed the side of my head, put his cock between my lips. I opened my mouth and he slammed forward. I choked, trying to gasp around his cock as he thrust forward trapping my head between his cock and the glass. He pulled back slowly, withdrawing half way and I took the opportunity to breath, just in time for him to slam home again. He starts fucking my mouth and I moan. I try to push my tongue out of my mouth and lick round him as his shaft gets buried into my mouth over and over again but he pays little attention to what I am trying to do, just fucking my mouth. Finally, when I was just considering tapping out, he eased his movement and pulled back. I just had the time to take a gulp of air before he started cumming, jerking himself off, spraying my face and chest. I opened my mouth to swallow what I could.

For a moment we just stayed like that, then he helped me up and reached down and lifted up my dress and put his hands between my thighs. My slippery and wet lips welcomed his fingers in, and before long I was moaning. He bent and captured one of my nipples in his mouth. My back arched as his fingers found that perfect rhythm in harmony with the undulation of my hips. He gently stroked my clit with his thumb. He starts thrusting them in and out faster and faster, his palm brushing against my clit with every movement. He pulled his fingers back out and lifted them up to my face and pushed them into my mouth so that I can taste myself on his fingers. Pressed against the cold glass, I suck on his fingers. With his free hand he tugs at my dress until it falls down and pools around my feet. He then pulls my panties down, around my knees.

He then turns me back around to face the glass and bends me forward slightly. I felt a hand pulling my panties down and as I stepped out of them, and his hand snakes between my thighs and into my pussy. I moved backwards, pressing myself into him and leaning on the window for support. He touches me more aggressively, parting my lips with his fingers, then finding my clit. I moaned and gasped; I almost immediately feel my orgasm approaching. My fingers scratched and clawed at the glass. My breath condensed rhythmically of the glass. I leant forward more, my knees feeling weak from the pleasure. As I squirmed and moaned, he grabbed my thigh with his free hand to hold me in place and keep me up. My body was overrun with the sensations. It took only a few more seconds before I was orgasming, my back arching, pushing and pulling away from him. His fingers thrust in and outer faster as waves of pleasure rushed over me in quick succession. Finally, as my body stopped twitching, he pulled away.

While I was recovering, I could hear him move behind me and see his reflection in the glass as he searched through his pants, but then I couldn’t hear or see anything for a few seconds. He stood up and I then heard the crinkle as he put on protection. He put his hands on my hips as he pulled me slightly outward so that he could fuck me more easily.

I think I asked him to fuck me, I don’t remember exactly. He slid his cock into my wet pussy and it felt so tight and hot that I almost had another orgasm right then and there. He went slow at first, but I moved faster, bucking myself against him like and animal. Flesh was slapping against flesh as his hard cock plunged in and out of me. I was rocked forwards and backwards against the glass. I reached down and fingered my swollen clit as he fucked me. He didn’t seem to notice or care, concentrating on his own pleasure. I pinched my nipple with my other hand, feeling the sensations combined to send me over the brink of orgasm. I gasped and moaned, and he seemed redoubled his effort. I took a breath and then started to rub myself furiously, eager to cum again. He pushed against me, mashing my breasts and face into the glass. His mouth pressed against my ears, speaking through clenched teeth, words in a language that I did not know, but understood perfectly.

I came first, shaking and crying out against the glass. As if spurred on by my orgasm, he thrust harder and faster, bouncing me almost on my toes. Finally, he thrust hard and deep and I felt him stiffen. He groaned into my ear as he cummed.

He stood there, holding me against the window, until I finally pushed back, almost stumbling. He caught me and hugged me, then led me to the bed. On the bed, we cuddled briefly, then his hands were in my pussy again. He made me cum once, then I sucked his cock back to hardness. He got another condom, this time I got on top him. He sucked on my breasts, biting my nipples as I rode him. But he had me stop well before he cummed again. He had me sit on his face. He pulled me down onto his mouth and started licking my pussy. I was moaning and ground myself on his face as he licked and sucked on my clit until I cummed twice more on his mouth. Then he had me get on all fours, grabbed my hips and started pounding. I clung to the sheets, moaning and squirming.

Pleasure coursed through me, my knees gave out and he bore me down to the mattress, barely pausing to adjust himself to the new position. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room, mingled with my cries. His hand grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled my head back. He lasted long enough for me to cum one last time, then he thrust deep inside me and then fell on top of me as he cummed.

We lay there, breathing hard, both of us covered in sweat. He finally rolled off me and got up. He got me a towel and stepped into the bathroom to wash up. I clean myself as well as I could and went to get my dress and underwear.

I had finished dressing when he came back out. I asked if he was convinced enough to accept my husband’s offer. He smiled and said that he had already decided to accept the offer, even before I had offered to convince him. He had just been waiting to a final confirmation from his partners before he told my husband. He walked me to the door, thanked me and told me that once the deal was officially completed, we should celebrate. I agreed readily.

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