I explained that my wife worked for a firm that focussed on conferences, selling products for clients to buyers. There was one each month, which involved three days at a stall selling in a hall and attracting small fish to buy. Then, there will be a formal dinner on Thursday night to sell something else to around sixteen big fish. My wife's job was to focus on four of those big fish and find out if they were prepared to swap sexual favours for sales. Not that she had sex with them, but she was prepared to do anything short. Make out, let them grope and even finger-fuck her.
At that point, she would hand the big fish over to a hooker to seal the deal. This dance was needed because of the changes in the law of sexual favours. Also, the tactics might shock buyers and cause them to lose the trade altogether. So, my wife made herself available by dressing inappropriately, shuffling up close during dinner and flirting heavily until their hands made a move. If they didn't want her advances, a salesman would take them off for drinks in the bar, away from the dancing and eventual sex with a hooker.
In December, they did a whistlestop tour across the country: one venue on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings for the first three weeks. The dinners were not in a hall but a private suite away from prying eyes. Only the buyers who had taken a hooker during the year were invited, so my wife didn't have to do any vetting but get the Buyer's engines running for the after-dinner event. The Buyer would eventually be fixed up with a hooker. She had to look after a few buyers during dinner and for dancing afterwards in a side room.
The team split into two groups to maximise the number of buyers dealt with. My wife worked with two other hostesses and the receptionist I chatted with on Wednesday at lunchtime. Two guys were at each dinner, but these were locals from the companies they worked for. The format was the same. The four girls had a short flight each lunchtime to a new hotel. They had no baggage, just travelling in the same comfortable clothes, only taking their toothbrushes, spare knickers, and a pair of serious stilettos.
At the hotel, they showered and changed into spa robes. Then, they went to the spa, where they had their hair done and were made up, potentially having a wax. During this time, the two local guys took the buyers to a local strip club to get them in the mood. In their rooms, the costumes they would wear in the evening had been delivered along with a box of sex toys. They would get dressed, although given the skimpiness of the costume, that was a moot point. They would then join the buyers for dinner in the suite.
This was a taster menu with several courses. The buyers stayed seated, but the others moved around, sitting between two buyers. My wife ate quickly, turning her attention to the two guys and encouraging them to grope her. They were primed up from the strip club and needed no encouragement. At the end of the meal, after a couple of hours, the staff quickly removed the tables and chairs to leave space for some 'dancing'. This meant my wife was upright with several buyers around her, grinding themselves and groping her, along with her rubbing their cocks over their pants.
This lasted for around an hour before the hookers started to make an appearance. As they came in, the buyers paired off and disappeared to their rooms. Some took one, some two. There were also a few pairs of guys from the same company who took a pair of hookers off between them. After the buyers left, the two local guys took their choice of the hookers remaining, leaving the hostesses and the receptionist to return to their rooms. They were under strict instructions not to go out, so they used sex toys to relieve their intense sexual tension.
I got periodic texts and recorded messages during the week. The basic message was that my wife was extremely horny. Having been worked over at dinner and during the dancing. She needed to be fucked and hard, but although the girls played with each other, it never quite scratched her itch. When I got home on Friday, she was waiting, naked and ready for sex. I fucked her until I was raw, watching her play with a dildo and vibrator whilst I recovered between bouts. It took until Sunday lunchtime before she announced the itch was gone.
The following weekend was the same, but we were both looking forward to the third Thursday. The last night was in our hometown, with both groups flying back on Thursday at lunchtime to join up for the final dinner and a thank you and staff party from the boss afterwards. I had been invited as 'cousin Karl', not her husband. There were two other guys like me, lovers of married hostesses. There were fewer buyers at the dinner, sixteen to match the six hostesses. The boss and his wife made up the numbers, and the receptionist and the three invited guys were at a small table on the side.
When the waiting staff came in to deliver each course, the six hostesses got up to let them serve. They adjusted their costume and then shifted around the tables. Each Buyer had one course sitting next to each hostess, with another buyer on the far side. As the waiting staff left, the hostess sat between them, allowing the buyers to play with them as they wanted. Each girl, including my wife, wore the same costume: a red mesh transparent baby doll and matching boy knickers. There were Christmassy white fur trimmings on each garment.
The top had no shoulders, arms or back, and the two white fluffy rings were around the waist and a hoop around the neck. The white neck fur partially covered their breasts, but as they sat down, the buyers pushed this between their breasts, fully exposing them. The boy shorts had one white circle around the waist and another underneath covering the ass and pussy. As they sat down, I realised a velcro strip was underneath. Opening the velcro exposed both ass and pussy, especially as the girls then hooked their legs over the buyers' legs, totally exposing themselves.
The girls did have food to eat, but they hardly touched it, instead gently rubbing the Buyer's cocks, but over their trousers. For the first course, my wife sat in view, and I watched as the guys on each side with fingers all over her, pulling at her nipples, rubbing her clit and generally groping the hell out of her. I was instantly hard. The first course finished quickly, and as the staff appeared, the girls got up and recovered themselves as much as the costumes allowed. I could see the servers were hard, too.
I saw my wife first-hand for the first and last courses from my other table. But during the different courses, I could see the other girls getting groped, and my wife's face glazed over as she attained orgasm away from direct view. This was a step up from the strip bar, where the buyers could see but not touch. Now they could feel but not fuck. Later on, they could do everything they wanted with hookers. The smell of sex was mingling with the beautiful food smells, and as the meal progressed, the food started to take priority in the buyers' minds.
After the meal, attention was drawn to a darkened side room. It was empty, and music was playing. As the hotel staff removed the tables and chairs, the buyers and the girls disappeared inside, and god knows what they were doing. I was not allowed inside initially, but since nobody objected, I watched my wife deal with two guys from a distance away. She had lost her panties, and one guy ground onto her from behind, cupping her tits in his hands. The other was in front, his hands on her pussy. Her two hands were inside each of the two guy's open flies.
As I watched them, I imagined Karl and Dick before they fucked the shit out of her. I realised watching my wife getting mauled on a dancefloor was turning me on as much as watching her getting fucked. Was I some pervert? Perhaps I was, but I was also aware that my wife liked getting mauled and later fucked as much as I did watching her. I marked down we should visit some local clubs more often. She could wear an outfit that was borderline indecent and then let her roam around the dance floors, letting any guy do what they wanted. Maybe take them to a hotel room afterwards.
I was still daydreaming of the future when I realised the buyers were gathering to go, and my wife had not moved. I approached her and realised she was shaking with lust. She told me that dancing with these guys mauling her was more erotic than even sex with the real Karl. We moved out to the main room, her slowly coming down from the shivering edge of orgasm she had been at for ages. She told me she wanted to go to our room and get fucked by me. However, the boss needed to be entertained.
The format was much the same as before when I had fucked the boss's wife. This time, though, there were more bodies. The four of us guys sat on two sofas, blue pills being passed around. The eight women undressed. For most of them, this was taking off their red baby doll tops, but the boss's wife and the receptionist were dressed. Well, they had on a dress with stockings underneath, so it wasn't a long job to get naked. Then, the women paired off to make out and play with each other to the barked commands from the boss man.
I watched the girl-on-girl sexual orgy start and progress. Orgasm followed orgasm. Toys were brought in and distributed. Strap-ons were 'strapped on'. It was a sight worth seeing, but for me, it didn't quite reach the same erotic heights as watching my wife earlier being mauled by two men who were only interested in their pleasure. Eventually, the boss invited us to join in, myself entering the soaking wet pussy of the receptionist who had flirted with me several times. I doubted that a casual conversation with her on a Wednesday lunchtime would be the same again.
I fucked all of the other hostesses afterwards, one of whom had the most impressive Kegal muscles I had ever come across. I didn't have to move much; she was fucking me as I gently slid in and out. Other pussies followed afterwards. It was something that, had the evening not started so well, I would indeed have enjoyed more than anything before. Time passed, and eventually, I came despite the blue pill. I was quickly sucked back to hardness, and I came again. Before I knew it, I noticed the first flickers of dawn in the windows.
