"C'mon, honey, cum for me now! That's a good boy! Give mommy your cum!"

Heather was stroking my cock as I sat on the couch watching the video on her phone. She was topless on the couch beside me, encouraging me to shoot my load on to her tits. The image of how gorgeous her breasts would look with my jism dripping off her nipples was a big motivator. But, I was trying to hold back long enough to watch the end of the video.

On screen I could see my dear wife with her tits out, giving a client a hand job. He was a young guy,about twenty, and he had a rock hard cock. He had just signed for an ad buy for his little company that helped middle-aged business people manage their social media. Heather had seduced him and had wanted desperately to fuck him, but he was engaged and told her that he was saving himself for his wedding night. Since Heather had her hands down his pants anyway, she decided to give him a hand job and call it a day. So while I watched her stroke him on screen, she stroked my cock on the couch, in a sort of live recreation of the sexual act she had performed.

On screen her young client started crying out. "I'm cumming, Mommy, I'm cumming!" Apparently having sex with Heather was bringing out some issues, who knew? He shot sticky gobs of cum all over Heather's tits, which he immediately began to smear over her nipples. As I watched, I felt my own need peaking and started cumming.

"Fuck, oh you slut, take my cum, you fucking slut!" I began shooting cum all over Heather's gorgeous tits.

Heather, though, was not impressed. She dropped my cock like a hot potato, in mid-orgasm, and flashed me an angry look. I reflexively grabbed my cock as it was still spasming, cum spilling out into my hand in a desperate attempt to keep my seed off of the couch. Some cum had made it onto her breasts, and was now dripping invitingly off of her nipples.

"What did you just call me?" she said. "How fucking dare you call me that! You are an asshole!" Heather stomped off to the bedroom and slammed the door. I was now in big trouble, and I knew it.

Things had changed since last week when Heather had confessed that she was having sex with clients who made significant ad buys. She was already the top sales exec for her station, but our lack of work/life balance had killed our own sex life, so she had explored relations with other men as a way to fill her needs and boost sales. I had even hid in a closet to watch her fuck one of her clients and had been incredibly turned on by the experience. But I had also realized that I needed to pay more attention to my wife or I would lose her. She was career-driven, and wasn't going to give up for my benefit. So, I quit my job and launched my own consulting business. For the time being, I was working from home, creating safety plans for small and medium-sized businesses, and this gave me more time to spend with Heather. I pampered her, making her breakfast, having dinner on the table when she got home, and letting her share her workday with me, which was therapeutic for us both. She had yet to have a serious sexual encounter worth watching since the last time, but she was careful to video any minor occurrences on her phone. Watching these after the fact got us both incredibly horny, and had led to some awesome sex. But, just now, I had let my dirty mind get away from me by calling her a slut as she made me cum. Heather wasn't much for dirty talk, although she put up with it from clients. I was in trouble!

Of course, by any objective measure, Heather was a slut. We were in our mid-40s, free of kids now, and ready for a sexual renaissance. Heather was a natural sales person, and she loved to incorporate sex into her sales technique where appropriate. She claimed it was only for the big accounts, but here I had just watched her jack off a young guy simply because she wanted to see his cock and hoped he would fuck her silly. She also gave the odd blow job if she felt the client deserved or needed one. Kind of slutty, don't you think?

But, husbands and wives ignore all kinds of reality in their relationships, and Heather was upset that I had called her a slut, even in the throes of sex play. She didn't think of herself that way. She thought of herself as "sexually liberated," or "sexually adventurous," I suppose. Anyway, I was in the wrong and had to make it up to her.

I dropped my pants to the floor, since I was still messy from cumming and knocked on the bedroom door, gently.

"I'm sorry, honey," I said through the door. "I don't think you're a slut, really. I just got a little carried away, that's all." There was no response, so I pushed open the door slowly and looked inside. Heather was lying on the bed. She was still topless, but had dropped her skirt and just wore her thong. Her hair was spread out over the pillow, and little drops of my cum still lingered on her tits. She had her phone in her hand, and glared at me. However, she didn't call me an asshole or throw anything at me, so I dared to approach. I sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch her.

"I'm really sorry, " I said. "You are just so sexy when you are with somebody, it makes me so horny, things just pop out of my mouth sometimes." I was just making it up as I went along, but I did see a softening in Heather's face. I touched her leg gently as a test, and since my hand did not get removed, ventured a little further.

"Mmm, I see you've got some yummies on your titties," I said, looking at the glistening cum drops on her nipples. "Can I clean that up for you, pretty please?"

Heather gave me a sharp look. "You are a disgusting pervert, really," she said. "Go ahead, if you must." Yes, there was a double standard. She could call me a pervert and I loved it! I knew she was turned on by the idea of me licking the cum off her tits. Plus, she was all worked up from having jacked that guy off, giving me a handjob, watching the video and having me cum on her tits. She needed release!

I began licking and kissing her nipples, lapping up my cum shots off her breast. I don't really care for the taste of my own cum, but this was an emergency so I was willing to do whatever it took to get back into Heather's good books. As I licked and sucked, my hand crept into her thong and sought out her pussy. Heather spread her legs to give me better access, and in a moment I was finger-fucking her wet pussy. I kept this up for a few minutes, then reached over into the beside table drawer for one of the sex toys we kept there. I was excited, but not able to get an erection for another twenty minutes, at least, so I wanted to move things along. Plus, Heather loved it when I used toys on her, and when I pulled out the long, pink, vibrator she got quite excited.

"Hmm, should I use this on you?" I said.

"Yes, please," she said, closing her eyes. I slipped it inside her, stroking slowly as it vibrated. Using my other hand, I pinched her clit lightly with my fingers, varying the pressure according to her reaction. Heather was pretty worked up, and issued some satisfying moans and groans. I upped the vibrator speed and stroked a little faster and she really started squirming. I stopped pinching her clit and rubbed little circles around it. Heather opened her eyes.

"No, you were doing fine, honey, More pressure, squeeze harder" I did as she asked, and she closed her eyes. I fucked her with the vibrator and squeezed her little clit with my fingers, harder than I felt comfortable with, but she suddenly grabbed my hand and pushed it hard against her pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck, that's good!" Heather screwed up her face as she came, pushing my hand harder against her pussy. Suddenly, she released and pushed my hand away.

"Oh my, that was good," she said. "Mmm, come here." Her hand wandered over to my cock and began stroking. I was still a little soft, but it felt good. I was still sitting on the side of the bed, so Heather rolled over and began to suck my dick. It only took a minute and I got nice and hard, so I pushed her on to her back and fucked her, hard.

"That's it," she said. "Come on, honey, come for me!" With such encouragement, and a lot of squeezing, I came inside her for a second time. We lay together, cuddling, for a few minutes. Heather spoke as she stroked my hair.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you honey. You can call me a slut, I don't mind, really, if you want to."

Of course I told her that I did not really want to call her a slut or any other dirty names, which was a big lie. Heather nodded.

"I'm really preoccupied with this proposal for Western Furniture. I've put together a really good package, but I'm getting resistance. They are with another network affiliate, so it would be a big accomplishment if I got them to switch. They have five stores, too, so the commission would be really good. I really want this account!"

I felt there was a "but" coming, and I was right.

"But, the owner is a woman, and I'm sensing she wants something, but I'm not sure what. Roberta Felder is her name. She and her husband Tom own a number of businesses, but the furniture business is all hers. I had a meet with her general manager, and she was impressed with the proposal. I asked for a meeting with Roberta, and I'm waiting for a confirmation."

"What's she like, this Roberta?"

Heather drew in her breath. "I would say, early 50s, very elegant, rich as anything. Knows what she wants and usually gets it That's kind of what's bothering me. I've heard two things about her. The first is that she's into women as well as men, and the second is that her and her husband, have an open marriage. If she's done any research at all, she would have heard rumors about me, so I wonder if she's expecting something."

"Well, that's good, isn't it? Sounds as if you two would get along."

Heather swatted me lightly. "I think you are thick, you know that! If she wants to go to bed with me, what do I do? I've never done anything with a woman! But, I don't want to turn her down and lose the deal, do I?"

"Well, just move on to something else, then. Don't let her worry you."

Heather glared at me. "This is one of the biggest accounts in the city. If it was a man, I'd know what to do about it. I am not going to pass this up! I'll just have to figure it out!"

I chuckled. "Well, if you two do go at it, I want to watch, somehow. That would be interesting!" Heather smacked me again and I shut up.

Next morning, I made breakfast for Heather. She was wearing a killer skirt, with a daring slit that really showed off her ass. She had gotten a message on her cell about a meeting with Roberta that afternoon, so she was hyped up. It was just an initial pitch, so she didn't think anything serious would happen just yet. She had a couple of other sales calls first, so she left most of her breakfast on the plate, gulped a coffee and was out the door. I spent the day trying to guide some clients through the maze of the latest health and safety regulations, and so did not have too much time to think about Heather and didn't even prepare dinner. I did check my cell phone from time to time, but did not see any messages.

Heather showed up about six o'clock, kicking her shoes off as she closed the front door. She collapsed on to the couch.

"How did it go?" I asked.

"Fix me a drink, please," she said. "It was interesting, if I could put it that way."

I returned with a gin and tonic and she took a sip.

"Well?"

Heather smiled. "I think I'm going to get the account! I had a meeting with Roberta, did the pitch and she responded really well. She said she had to think it over, but she was quite positive."

"That's wonderful, honey! I'm so glad. Did any of your, er, concerns materialize?"

Heather took another sip of the drink. She had a sly smile.

"Hmm, well I do have something on my phone. Do you want to watch?"

I felt my cock filling my pants as she spoke. "Sure! Let's see what you've been up to."

Heather tossed me the phone. I hit play on the first video clip. A handsome woman in a tailored, grey pant suit was on screen. Her hair was blond with silver streaks. She wore a low-cut blouse, with an elegant, sparkly necklace. Heather must have set her phone on a nearby desk, as it showed her at a bit of an angle. The woman wore thin rimmed, Italian glasses with diamond insets on the arms. Her breasts pushed against the fabric of her blouse.

"Thanks for the proposal, Heather," she said. "You've certainly come up with some innovative promotional ideas, and the graduated pricing structure is most attractive. But, I'd like to learn a little bit more about you, if I may. I like to know who I'm dealing with, you understand." She flashed a friendly smile.

Heather answered with a few innocent details about us, her life here, kids, etc. Roberta nodded, smiled, then held her finger up to stop her.

"All very interesting! But Heather, I've heard a few things about your sales technique from other vendors. You have an interesting personal touch, I understand. Is that something we could access? Can we make it so it's part of the deal?" Roberta leaned forward, her breasts straining the buttons of her blouse.

"Yes, I'm open to making personal connections with my most important clients, of course," replied Heather. I noticed a slight catch in her voice, a tiny bit of nervousness.

Roberta reached up and undid the two top buttons of her blouse. She slipped out of her suit jacket and let it slip to the floor. She sat on the forward edge of her desk.

"How personal, exactly?" she said.

"Oh, very personal," replied Heather. Her voice was definitely a bit higher than its normal range. From experience, I knew that my wife was aroused by Roberta's forwardness. Heather moved into the frame, stood slightly in front of Roberta and began to undo the rest of Roberta's blouse buttons. Heather's hands began to run inside the blouse, and they began to kiss, gently. I stopped the video.

"Holy shit!" I said. "Have you ever kissed a woman before?" My cock felt as if it would burst out of my pants as I spoke.

Heather giggled nervously. "Back in college, I got really drunk when we were doing a truth or dare thing and kissed a couple of girlfriends. But, nothing serious like this. She's a really good kisser, too!"

I hit play again. Heather and Roberta continued kissing, while Heather let her hands wander over Roberta's brassiere. Roberta was massively endowed, her flesh spilling over the edge of the lacy bra cups. Heather freed one breast, admiring its size and softness, gently caressing the nipple with her fingers. She then broke off the kiss and, extending her tongue fully, gave the nipple a gentle flick. Roberta moaned in appreciation. Roberta's hand wandered down to Heather's thigh and pushed through the slit of her skirt. I could see Heather's skirt bunch up as Roberta's hand traveled up to Heather's pussy. Heather gasped as Roberta's fingers violated her, and I could see her fist start to pump back and forth. Heather returned to kiss Roberta, and their tongues played savagely as Roberta finger-fucked Heather so hard that Heather's ass cheeks shook with the impact. Heather broke off her kiss and leaned back, raising one leg onto the desk to allow Roberta better access. The sight of my wife's shapely leg extended, the whiteness of her flesh contrasting with Roberta's grey suit, the slightly threatening look of her stiletto heel on the desktop, drove me crazy. Roberta, one tit hanging out of her bra, kept working her hand back and forth under Heather's skirt, and Heather gasped and moaned in unison with the relentless thrusts of Roberta's hand. Heather closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Roberta's neck, her face contorting as an incredible orgasm overtook her. Despite trying to be quiet, Roberta gasped and grunted as she came on Roberta's hand.

Suddenly, the office buzzer sounded. The receptionist cut in, informing Roberta that she had another appointment in five minutes. Heather stepped back, panting, and Roberta rearranged her bra, refastening her blouse buttons.

Roberta gave Heather a smile. "As I said, a very interesting proposal. The, hmm, extras, are quite attractive too. I'd like you and your husband to have dinner with Tom and me soon, and we could discuss the entire, uh, package, that's on offer. Tom's very good at this sort of thing, and I always ask him to take an active part in helping me on these decisions. I'm sure your husband's the same way?" Roberta raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

Heather was gushing agreement as the video clip finished, leaving me curious as to what arrangements had been agreed. Dinner? Or, something more?

"Jeez, I haven't seen you cum so fast in a long time! So, what have you signed us up for?" I asked. My cock was flexing up and down in my pants with excitement, having just watched a beautiful older woman finger fuck my wife.

"Yes, she's powerful, and that's sexy whether in a man or a woman. I hadn't planned that, but just let myself get carried away in the moment. As to plans, just dinner, I think," said Heather, trying to look innocent. "Maybe something more, She seems nice, don't you think?"

Roberta was prime, I thought. A bit older, but fabulous tits, a nice soft ass, full lips. She looked like a lot of fun! But, what was I being asked, exactly. I felt I needed to tread warily.

"Yes, she's passable," I said. "Have you seen her husband? What's he like?"

Heather googled him on her phone. Being a prominent businessman, a number of articles came up on Tom. Mid-50s, ruggedly handsome, greying hair, a nice smile. I began to feel a bit inadequate.

"He's ok, I guess," I mumbled. "But, I ask again, what the hell have you signed up up for? Roberta clearly wanted more sex with you. Is she going to be after me for something? Are you ready for that? What about Tom? Will he be wanting me or you?" I was starting to feel a mix of emotions.

Heather patted my hand. "Look, it's business, alright? You've let me, uh, use my initiative to further my sales career, so this is just an extension of that, really. So, just go with the flow, honey."

I was a bit angry. "So, I'm supposed to go to dinner and sit there while Roberta and Tom have their way with you? Or, am I going to be his dessert?"

"Hmm, I haven't heard that sort of thing about him, honey. I think you'll be safe from Tom."

"What about Roberta? You said you weren't ready to see me with another woman. Hell, I'm not sure I'm ready, to be honest. Am I part of the deal?"

Heather put her hand on my thigh. "Look, I need this deal, Ok? You knew it was going to go this way when I started, you just didn't think it would involve you. Well, it does, although I don't know how, but I need your support. Come here."

Heather crooked her finger and puckered her lips. She knew her man, and I cuddled up to her and we started kissing. I felt up her tits through her blouse and she rubbed my cock through my pants. She was still wearing that fabulous skirt, and it gave me an idea. I drew back and pushed her skirt up her thighs so I could see her thong. Except, her thong wasn't there.

"Lose something?" I said. Heather smirked.

"I put it into my purse before I went into Roberta's office," she said. "Just wanted to eliminate any barriers before I met her, so to speak."

I ran my hands over Heather's pussy mound.

"Show me what she did to you," I said. "I've never seen you take it that rough! It must have hurt."

Heather shook her head. "You're weird," she said. "Just come here. I want you."

I persisted, even though my cock was bursting. "No, you have to show me. I want to see." I got on my knees, on the floor in front of the couch, to have a better view.

Heather frowned, but moved her hands up to her pussy. She spread her lips apart so I could get a good view. Even though I knew the terrain well, it was a thrill to see her expose herself this way. Her pubic hair was trimmed nicely, a few random curls covering the borders of her cunt. The brown edges of her lips gave way to the pink interior, glistening with moisture. Watching the video had got her worked up, and she made a small 'mmm' sound as one finger rubbed her clit in small circles. She bunched up the fingers of her other hand and slid three fingers inside, pushing in and out in short, shallow thrusts. Each thrust produced an intake of breath or a small 'mmm.' I felt as if I would cum in my pants.

Wanting a better view, I grabbed Heather's legs and pushed them up so her calves could rest on my shoulders. I got right in close, inches away from her hand as it moved in and out of her pussy. My interest seemed to excite Heather and she picked up the pace. Still, it wasn't enough.

"Harder," I said. "She was fucking you a lot harder than that!" Heather responded by making more rapid, deeper strokes with her hand. Her breathing picked up, and she was now grunting with the effort. Still, the angle wasn't good, and her hand was not moving with the same force that Roberta had used to pleasure Heather's cunt. By this point, I was boiling with lust and couldn't hold back. As Heather stroked herself, I unzipped and freed my cock. It stood out, long and hard, blue veins standing out along the pink skin of my shaft. I pulled Heather's hands away from her cunt, grabbed her hips and entered her with a long, straight stroke.

"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Heather as I suddenly switched it up from masturbation to fucking. "Oh, baby, that's good, yes!"

I moved my hands onto her ass cheeks, grabbing handfuls of flesh, pulling her into my thrusts. It took maybe four or five deep strokes and I came hard, releasing deep inside her. I pumped and pumped and then fell off, exhausted, slumping back to a semi-sitting position on the floor. My cock began to relax, and bits of cum stained the outside of my fly. I was painfully aware of the friction of my zipper against the soft skin of my cock, so I stuffed it back into my pants.

Heather looked at my flushed face and spoke. "Well, you enjoyed that! But don't go away! There's work to be done yet. I haven't finished."

Heather spread her lips with her fingers. My cum was dripping out of her pussy, down between her legs. Her clit, engorged, pink and shiny, beckoned. I moved in and began licking her clit, getting my own sticky cum on my cheeks as I nibbled her lips. With one hand I stroked her, while the other spread her lips to give my tongue better access. Tasting my own cum was weird, and not especially pleasant, but I wanted to get Heather off, so I persevered. She was pretty worked up, so it only took a few minutes of finger fucking, licking and sucking. She grunted and moaned as she came, pushing her pussy against my face. Finally, she relaxed, and I sat back. Heather looked at my face and laughed.

"My goodness, what a mess we've made! Let's hit the shower and have dinner!"

We both ran off to the bedroom, stripped off our clothes and jumped into the shower. Although no longer horny, I always loved soaping down Heather's lovely body, sliding slippery hands over her breast and ass, playing a little bit with her butthole until she swatted my hand away. Then we towelled off, put on our robes and went to the kitchen table. All we had was some microwave stuff, and Heather bustled around the kitchen heating things up while I sat there thinking.

Heather turned and stood across the table from me. Her silk robe was open, and her breasts peeked out the front. God, but she was a delicious piece of ass!

"So, are you ready to help me out on this little sales adventure?" she said. "Ready to cross a few frontiers to help my cause?" Her lips formed a pretty little pout while she awaited my answer. I took a deep breath.

"Yes," I said. "Count me in!"

(Stay tuned for Part 3 - Dinner and Sex with the Client)