It had been a rough week. I was away for two nights the first of the week, and when I got home Wednesday, I found out Sarah had a rare one-night trip to DC on Thursday. It was Friday midday, and I was finished for the day. I wanted to get home and see Sarah talk with her about her trip to DC. I was concerned about the whole trip and the mysterious talk with Nathan earlier.

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My trip was successful when I procured a signed three-year contract with The Simmons Company. I worked for months on this deal and finally completed it; it was a relief. This was my second biggest account and is worth a lot of commission over the year. Everyone was happy when I went to work Thursday.

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When I arrived home on Wednesday, Sarah sprung it on me; she had an overnight trip to DC the next day. That is a rare occurrence, but there was a Congressional Committee Hearing that her boss, company Vice President Elijah Travis, was to testify before, and as his attorney, Satah was required to be there. They flew out Thursday morning. The committee meeting was that day, with Elijah testifying after lunch. As the questions flew, Sarah would sit beside him to give him legal advice. She had done this a few other times but not in over a year, though she had been on several other short trips over the last six months. Sarah told me there was a dinner meeting with their lobbyist team after the hearing, so that they would be home this morning.

I was sitting at work, caught up for the week, and my curiosity caused me to tune into CSPAN to see my wife in action. Not that there would be much to see. Sarah would just be sitting beside Elijah as he testified. I was late tuning in, and the hearing was already underway. Three people were testifying on a subject I could care less about. The camera focused on each of them as they talked. I saw their counsels sitting beside them, but the person sitting by Elijah was Thomas Reed, not Sarah. Thomas is the lead counsel at their company and Sarah's real boss. That struck me as odd. Where was Sarah? Why would Sarah need to be there if Thomas were there counseling Elijah?

I continued to watch, thinking Sarah could be sitting behind them, but she was not there either. What was going on?

Sarah had told me this was an especially important trip for her. Today would be the first time she would be lead counsel before a committee so that it would be a feather in her cap. But where was she, and why was Thomas there in her place?

I called her office, and Beth, her assistant, answered. "Hello, Sarah Wilson's office. This is Beth. May I help you?"

I started to speak, but Beth cut me off, "Oh Johnny, Hi, Sarah is not here; Ahh… but you know that, right?"

Beth's voice sounded strange, surprised that I had called. That was odd as well.

"Beth, where is she?" I was a little curt.

"Uhhh, Sarah is in DC with Elijah and Thomas. But you know that too." Beth's answer sounded more like a question than a statement. Odd again.

"Well, Beth, I am not sure that is true. You see, I am watching the committee this very second, and Sarah is not there. Thomas is with Elijah, not Sarah. She told me she would be the lead counsel, and Thomas was not going on the trip. Beth, something is not right here. So, I ask again, where the hell is Sarah?"

There was sudden silence; damn, I had been put on hold. I waited several minutes listening to some irritating music when a man's voice came on the line.

"John, this is Nathan Stills. May I help you?"

What? Why was the CEO of Milatech, the company, on the phone with me when all I was trying to do was find my wife? Now that is VERY ODD!

"Mr. Stills, why are you on the phone with me? Is something wrong with Sarah?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that, John. We have a bit of misinformation here, that is all. Sarah is in DC, but she is working on a fairly private matter that we could not explain to you, so we told her to tell you she would be with Elijah at the hearing. Now you know that is not true. Unfortunately, we cannot share with you the nature of her visit to DC. It is classified."

"Wait, Mr. Stills, that makes no sense. What private matters and classified things are we talking about? I need some answers here. My wife lied to me about this trip, so I am feeling extremely uncomfortable now. What is the truth, and where is my wife?"

"Ok, John, Sarah is meeting with a new client we are courting for a big government contract. I can't tell you more. She has been negotiating with them all day, and a private dinner tonight could swing the deal. No one knew we were talking with this person, so when we had to attend this hearing, we slipped Sarah on the plane with Elijah and Thomas. It is a little cloak and dagger, but it must be done secretly."

"Sarah is great at this style of negotiating work. She is a huge asset to the company. Her skills are like no others. She has helped us close several other large clients over the past few years and three in the past six months. She will close this deal tonight; I am sure of it."

"John, this is all I can say about DC. But I will tell you something Sarah doesn't know yet. When she closes this deal, she will receive a large bonus and a promotion to the second position in the legal department, right behind Thomas. No one but you, Elijah, Thomas, and I know this, so John, be proud of Sarah and keep this under your hat until we get the contract back signed and the deal is complete. Then we will have an internal celebration, and I will tell Sarah the good news."

I was shocked at what I had just heard. I had no idea what Sarah did for the company's legal department or even if that was really where she worked. Listening to Nathan, it sounded like she was good at her job, and they really liked her. I felt a little more at ease about things.

"Wow, I had no idea. Can we meet sometime, Mr. Stills? I have never had the opportunity before?"

"Sure, John, but please call me Nathan. We will make that happen after this deal is sealed; maybe a dinner at my house can be arranged."  

"That would be nice; I could meet your wife then."

"Oh, John, I am not married; I am a confirmed bachelor. I am married to my business, and there are way too many beautiful women out there to be tied down to just one."

What, Nathan is single? I thought about it briefly and remembered that Thomas, Elijah, and William Freed, the Vice President/COO, were also single. I also remembered that Sarah had told me that most all the other staff and upper management were women. When Sarah started working there five years ago, she had mentioned that, and we both thought it was strange. 

"Oh, I see your point. I was a lucky man to find Sarah. She is both beautiful and smart."

"Yes, John, Sarah is special; the many talents she uses in her job are extraordinary, as I am sure you are aware. It takes great discipline and control to do the work she does for us, and she is greatly appreciated, as you have just heard about the forthcoming rewards she has earned."

"Look, John. I must go; I have a meeting to attend. Good talking to you, and I hope I have cleared up any concerns you may have. Have a good day, goodbye."

Before I could say goodbye, Nathan hung up on me.

I sat back, thinking about what I had heard. Instead of answering my questions, many more questions were created. In the eight years since we were married and the five years Sarah had worked for Milatech, Inc, we had never really talked about her company or job. I knew Milatech, Inc was a government defense contractor doing what I did not know. Sarah was a lawyer specializing in corporate law and worked on projects, but that was the extent of my understanding.

Sarah was paid very well, into the mid-six figures. But like all the other spouses, none of us had ever been invited to a company outing or party, and they seemed to have one of them every quarter celebrating something. I had also never had any communication with Sarah's superiors before today. It was all quite secretive, as is expected as a defense contractor. 

I parked all the information Nathan had provided, as cryptic as it was, in my very logical brain and went on about my business, finishing up all the paper and computer work for my big deal and taking the rest of the day off.

I stopped at the gym for a good workout. My trainer was there, so he put me through a routine, then I had a sauna and a great massage from Jillian, my favorite masseuse.  

I was a limp rag when she finished and horny as hell. I have always wondered what a 'happy ending' from Jillian would be like. She was an incredible beauty, and her hands were magic. She always wore tight white Lycra yoga shorts and tops with nothing underneath. I knew her pussy was smooth because the shorts looked like they were painted on her body. The seam in the shorts fit deep between her puffy pussy lips showing a beautiful cameltoe. Her breasts were firm but compressed by her top. I was sure she was a 36DD with large nipples that poked out like rifle bullets. The only thing that kept me from cumming when she massaged me was that she was a lesbian. That turned me off a little keeping my cock from getting its hopes up. Boy, what a waste of some sweet pussy. 

Normally I would go home, and Sarah would happily take care of me. We would spend an incredible hour before dinner sucking and fucking. We have no children yet, so that we can have a sexy, 'free for all' anytime. That is usually every night. Sarah is a lusty lady, and I doubt she can be completely satisfied. She is insatiable, always wanting more sex of any kind. I do my best to make it happen, but sometimes she just wears me out. I am not complaining, and I don't want her to either.

On my way home, I saw I had a couple of texts from Sarah. I stopped at the convenience store and read them.

Sarah's text: "Hey babe, it has been a very busy day. I have a break for a while. I am getting a bite to eat. Call me if you get this soon. Love You!"

Sarah's second text: "Hey, I spoke to Beth. She said you were looking for me and talked to Nathan. I told you where I was; why did you call the office and disturb Nathan?"

Wow, that message was a little snarky. I must have hit a nerve with her, but why?

I called her, but it had been an hour, so the call went to voice mail. So, I sent her a snarky text in response.

My text: "Sarah, I called because I was worried when I tuned in to CSPAN to see you on TV, and you weren't there. Thomas was by Elijah, not you. You told me Thomas was not going, and you were the lead counsel. That was a lie, it turns out. Have you lied to me before? What the hell is going on? I am concerned and not happy after talking to Nathan."

I bought a twelve-pack of Modelo, ordered a Dominos Supreme pizza on their app for takeout, and headed home. Since Sarah was away, I could eat pizza, drink beer, watch a hockey game, and be a sloppy man tonight.

I made a quick stop at Domino Pizza around the corner from home. As I was waiting for the pizza, my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Sarah.

Sarah's text: "I am sorry I lied to you. I don't know what Nathan told you, but I cannot tell you anything. Sorry if that upsets you. I will be home in the morning, and we can talk about it then. Now I need to go; I have a dinner date I have to go on. Please don't call me. I cannot talk to you until late tonight, so save it till tomorrow. I love you night."

Wow, what an attitude! I read her text again. Sarah was really talking down to me, and I didn't like the tone. And what the fuck was this 'Dinner Date' bullshit?

I was fired up, so I sent a stinger of a text.

My text: "Well, little miss Priss, you are surely full of yourself. I don't like your fucking attitude. You lied to me, and I caught you in something, and I am not sure exactly what. And now you are off on a dinner date! That is a little shocking to me. I thought when we got married, you stopped dating, but maybe not! I hope you have fun because you won't have any with me when you get home. You are coming home, aren't you?"

I pressed send, with no I Love You. Well Fuck, Sarah. She and Nathan pissed me off. I tossed my phone in the other seat, picked up the pizza, and drove home.

As I turned into my driveway, my phone rang. I ignored it and pulled into the garage.

I hung my computer bag over my shoulder, picked up the twelve-pack and pizza, leaving my phone on the seat. I didn't want to hear any of Sarah's bullshit.

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This text was bad; Johnny was upset.

The texts were pretty pointed, and it worried me that he might suspect something. John is a smart man, but if he starts to dig into things, he might find some things he will not like. His last text was harsh and disturbed me. I don't know what Nathan told him, but with that and my lie about the trip, it was enough to wind Johnny up. I need to talk to Johnny now to cool him down.

I called, but he ignored me. That worried me a lot. I needed to talk to Johnny. He could never know what I do for Milatech; he would divorce me in a second, and I could never let that happen. I love Johnny with my whole being. I would die without him in my life. He is the stabilizing force that allows my brain to compartmentalize what I do for work from our loving relationship. 

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I was on one of my special trips, providing my special services for Milatech to close a particularly important and lucrative deal with a secret client. I negotiate the final contract's legal aspects and have the 'power of the pen' for the company. I always have my boundaries, but I make the deal happen within those. Once the agreement is completed, there is an overnight celebration. That I orchestrate like a symphony, the clients are treated to a once-in-a-lifetime experience they will never forget, nor will we ever allow them to forget. Every minute of the evening is recorded in 5K quality video and sound for safekeeping and future persuasion if required.   

Johnny knows nothing about these trips. I have taken several of them over the past three years, usually when Johnny travels. The trip typically only lasts one night, and once my services are performed, we complete a deal and receive a new contract.

That is my job; I am the CLOSER!

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I need to explain. I am a bar-certified attorney hired by Milatech, Inc. five years ago, as a legal associate working on major defense contracts for the company. I worked with Thomas Reed, the legal department head, for the first two years of my employment. We worked on many contracts and all the legal work the company needed to be completed. 

During my time with the company, we have had events, parties, and outings a few times a year, but no spouses were ever invited. It was explained that we needed to be a dedicated team, and each event would help build the team if it made sense, so no one questioned the policy. Johnny always thought it was a strange policy, but they were paying me a lot, so he accepted it.

In early January of my third year, I was invited to a private party at the stately home of the CEO, Nathan Stills. It was in the evening, and the invitation stated the dress code for women was elegant, with short evening dresses and evening attire for men. 

Johnny saw the invitation lying on the kitchen counter and read it. He looked at me with an odd look, "Sounds very formal; how many people are going to be there?"

"Johnny, I have no idea. Most of these events are for everyone. The company has almost two hundred people, but this is not for two hundred people. I don't know, and I was surprised to be invited. I am sorry you cannot come with me. I would feel so much better."

"Are you worried something will happen?"

"Oh no, I just want you with me. I am going to be with the company's leaders, and you know I get nervous."

"I wish I could go too, but you will be fine. Just go enjoy yourself and see Nathan's big ass house."

That night as I dressed, Johnny watched me, making me self-conscious. I had showered and shaved my pussy, so when I got home, I would treat Johnny to a hot night loving my sweet pussy.

I put on my new black lace shelf bra and thong set. I rolled on my black thigh-high silk stockings and slipped on my five-inch stilettos. I stood looking at myself in my full-length mirror when Johnny stepped up behind me. He was much taller, six feet two and broad, two hundred pounds. Johnny smiled and reached around, cupping my firm 36C breasts wrapped in thin lace. He lightly caressed them and rubbed his thumbs over my exposed nipples in the bra slots.

"Oh, Johnny!" I moaned as his hand squeezed and his thumbs teased.

Then Johnny's fingers slipped down my tight body across my ripped abs, to the waist string of my thong. My skin rippled under Johnny's fingers as they danced across my belly, tracing along the string, then dipped inside, cupping my hot quivering pussy. His fingers spread wider, opening my lips, letting his long middle finger slip into my hot center.

I gasped as Johnny's finger pushed up, touching my spot, rubbing it, driving me crazy. My knees buckled, and my pussy settled in his palm as his long finger slipped deeper inside me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my pussy came hard, wetting Johnny's hand. He kissed my neck just behind the ear, making me shiver and cum even harder.

Johnny whispered as he nipped my earlobe, "Remember this while you are partying tonight. I am waiting with my hard nine inches ready to fill your hot fucking pussy with a ball sack of cum."

"Oh God, Johnny, you are evil."

I turned and kissed him hard, pushing my tongue in his mouth as I gripped his cock hard in his shorts. I squeezed him, and he moaned. "I could turn you around, push you over the bed, and fuck you right now, filling your pussy with a full load of cum that you can take with you to the party so you will squish all night long."

My body shook as I heard his words. God, I wanted Johnny to fuck me right then, but I knew I could not go to this party full of his cum. I pushed him away, "No baby, we can't; I need to finish dressing; the car will pick me up in fifteen minutes.

"What, they are sending a car for you? What the hell?" 

"I don't know, but they did, so I am taking it?" 

"Ok, Sarah, remember what I said. I will await you, so don't be too late."

"Ok, baby, let me finish." I kissed him, and he left me to doll up.

The town car arrived. I came down, draping a lacy wrap over my shoulders. Johnny had a pained look on his face when he saw me looking like a movie star. I kissed him, but we said nothing as I walked out. I looked back and saw Johnny turn away as the driver closed the door, and we drove off. I was sad that Johnny was staying home.

The car arrived at Nathan's home. Well, it was an estate. The gates opened, and we drove up a long driveway to the incredible mansion. Many town cars are parked with the drivers all standing around, talking with each other.

My door opened, and a nice black gentleman reached his hand out for mine, "Ms. Wilson?"

"Yes, I am Ms. Wilson."

"Edgar is my name. May I walk you to the door?"

I was stunned by his attention and politeness. We walked to the door, and he handed me off to another black gentleman, Stewart, who ushered me into the house and down a long hallway. We turned into a large room with about thirty people standing around, drinking, and chatting.

We stopped, and Stewart announced my name. "Ms. Sarah Wilson has arrived."

The room went quiet, and everyone turned and looked at me. I was overwhelmed when the group started to smile and clap at my arrival. But why?

Nathan appeared out of nowhere and took my arm. "We are so happy to have you here tonight."

I was handed a glass of champagne. The night started that would change my life forever and threaten my marriage in ways I never expected.

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There were cocktails, dinner, coffee, dessert, and whatever happened afterward.

Nathan walked me around, introducing me to everyone. I met thirty people, most of them were senior staff, board members, or long-time employees. I was still unsure why I was invited; I didn't fit into either category. 

Nathan stayed on my arm the whole evening. He kept my drink glass full, and we sat together for a delicious dinner. We talked, and he asked many questions about me and John, our life together, our kids, and my family. I thought it odd that he was so personal, but things began to make sense later.

The party was wonderful. All the people were so nice to me, making me feel like a family member. I still was not sure why I had been invited.

The party began to break up around 10:00 pm. As people left, Nathan asked me to stay a while longer. He and the senior staff wanted to talk to me about an opportunity I may be interested in.

I was surprised but intrigued by what they may have in mind. I agreed to stay but told Nathan I had only an hour and then had to leave.

Everyone had gone and wished me well on their way out. I thought that was a little odd. Then there were just the four men and me. I had a strange feeling being there with no other women present, but I didn't show any concerns; these were respectable businesspeople, so I was safe.

As we sat in Nathan's study, Steward brought a Remi Martin in a warm snifter.

Nathan sat back, looking at me, and lit a Cuban cigar. He offered cigars around, but only Elijah took one. Nathan took a deep pull and blew out a few smoke rings. I thought that was cool. Then he looked at me, sipping his cognac.

"Sarah, you are an interesting woman and a talented attorney. We are blessed to have you as part of our team. You have learned our business on the surface and seem to understand it well. Your work is exemplary, so we have invited you here tonight. Everyone in the room received a brief bio on you before coming tonight. That is partly why you received such a wonderful greeting when announced."

Elijah said, "Yes, they were excited to meet you."

"You worked the room beautifully, showing everyone your social side to a tea."

"I am sure you are wondering what this all means, so let's cut to the chase so we can get you out of here and home to John, your loyal husband."     

I was sitting there sipping my drink, asking myself that exact question; so good; now I was getting the 'rest of the story'!

Thomas stood up and walked to me. He reached into a valise and handed me two documents. The first one was an NDA, a non-disclosure agreement. I had signed many of these in my tenure with the company. The second one was sealed.

"Sarah, please sign the NDA I gave you so we can tell you why we have you here tonight." Thomas requested.

I looked around the room and had an odd feeling I was about to learn things that no one outside this room knew or would ever know. That excited me.

"Is there anything I need to know before I sign this NDA, life or death, termination of a job, of life, anything like that?" I asked in a lighthearted way, teasing but serious at the same time.

The men all looked at each other, then Thomas smiled, "No, nothing like that, but what we are about to tell you is Top Secret to our business. You will be the fifth person to know this information, which is sacred. Once you sign the NDA, you cannot even tell your husband what you hear tonight or any time after tonight. That is one reason that none of us are married."

That statement alarmed me, and I became nervous. If must have shown, Nathan approached me, "It is all good, you will see." and stroked my hair.

I needed to get away from them for a minute and think. "I need the powder room for a minute."

"Ok, can you please put your cell phone on the table?" Thomas requested.

I understood and complied, walking out, and letting Stewart guide me down the hall.

I sat on the toilet and peed. I wondered what they were going to tell me and why? What did I have to offer that these powerful men didn't already have? Then it hit me, they needed a woman, and I had been chosen to be her. A shiver ran down my back and settled deep inside me. So many questions. Did I have to have sex with them? Was this legal? Just what could it be?

I finished washing my hands and walked back to the room. Stewart opened the door, and the men were huddled together, talking.

I sat down and picked up the NDA, "So, where do I sign."

Their four faces all broke into wide smiles.

I signed, handing the NDA back to Thomas, leaving me with the sealed document.

"Wonderful, Wonderful Sarah, welcome to the team, officially," Nathan said with a wide smile. He rose and pulled me up, hugging me, looking into my eyes, "Sarah, you will never regret your decision, I promise you."

Then Nathan kissed me on each cheek and turned me to each of the others. We all embraced, and they each gave me kisses on each cheek.

The deal was sealed. Now just what was this deal I had just agreed to?

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"Sarah, please open the envelope," Thomas said.

I did, and for the next thirty minutes, Thomas explained the deal and what the document covered. There is a lot of detail, so not to waste your time now, I will give you the cleft notes version. 

Thomas explained the need Milatech had at this time. "Sarah, as you know, we are an international defense contractor on the surface, but we are a major arms dealer underneath. Not a bad one, but a good one. We only sell weapons to good groups that promote democracy and never sell to terrorists."

"For the past ten years, a European woman, Elena, has performed the job we are recruiting you to do. Elena has been the go-between with all the clients and the company. She negotiated the deals and performed special services for the clients to seal the deals. The services she performed were, let's say, controversial and would have been very damaging to the clients if they were ever disclosed. The fear of exposure guaranteed the deals were honored and stayed secret. 

"Elena is no longer deemed trustworthy, so she is now 'out of the picture,' so to speak. We need a replacement for her, and Sarah, you are perfect for the job and the other tasks. I will warn you some of what you read may be disturbing, but we will discuss it, and you will understand it is not as bad as it may seem. Read it over, and we will discuss it."

Thomas unsealed the document, and I was given a few minutes to read the job description for the position. I was shocked at what I read. Many of the duties aligned with all my legal training and were easily accomplished. I was familiar with the other tasks performed by Elena and performed them almost daily with my husband, but I had never performed them with anyone other than John since we were married.

My emotions jumped on a rollercoaster, and I went for an incredible ride. As I continued to read the document, the financial rewards became clear. If I took full responsibility for all the stated duties, my $300,000 salary would double to $600,000. To keep appearances and suspicions away, my normal salary would be deposited as it is today, and the other $300,000 would be deposited in a lump sum immediately and on every anniversary date into an offshore investment account managed by an aggressive manager. Those dollars are guaranteed against loss for the five-year length of the contract. If I receive a performance raise, a like amount will be deposited to the offshore account, and the annual deposit will be increased by that amount. There will periodically be bonuses for my performance, which will also be matched and deposited into the account.

There will be only six to ten of these deals per year. None of them would require more than one night away from home and could be scheduled around John's travel schedule, so there would be no separation.

The remainder of the time, I would work on normal company business and be brought into these deals when the time was right to establish my position as chief negotiator.

There was a large budget to sustain the acquisition of these accounts, so first-class everything was to be deployed.

After some period, an appropriate promotion will be given to me, moving me up in the eyes of the other company employees. With that promotion, I will become the company's jewel and strong primary spokeswoman.

There would be no responsibility for me to provide any favor for any company member. My full respect will always be intact.

So, there you have it. I will be the company whore, personally responsible for being the one that will satisfy the sexual desires of these secret clients, or I will arrange for the individuals that will fulfill the client's every sexual need. For one night only per deal!

All the men had been quiet for fifteen minutes while I read the document. When I finished, they all looked at me, awaiting my reaction but not saying a word. I closed my eyes and let it all sink in.

In essence, I was being paid hundreds of thousands of dollars each year, tax-free, as well as tax-free bonuses, for spending six to ten nights in bed with groups of men while we sucked and fucked each other. I can imagine everything we could do to each other or in a group, which I have done some time in my sexual life, just not in many years. So, none of this would be new to me. Another advantage was that I could and would hire additional ladies to provide services that either I could not do or chose not to. I was in control and would only do what I wanted in the situation and nothing more. 

Then I thought about Johnny and me; how could I do this and keep it hidden from John? Was I sure I wanted to hide it or even risk it? Could I do this for five years, knowing if I did, we would be set for life and could walk away and live wherever we want and do whatever we want? In five years, how do I tell Johnny about the money and how I earned it? How would he react?

John is an intelligent man. Would he know something was different? Would I be able to act as I do today with no change? How would our life change, or would it?

Then the biggest question was, could I have children in the next five years?

These were all questions I could not answer then, so I looked around the room and smiled. "You are all very naughty men and good businessmen. It is clear to me that you have each personally sacrificed your love of a woman or a man for the sake of the business. That is either admirable or stupid to have done, but I am not the one to judge that; only you can measure that for yourself."

"As for me, I am not willing to sacrifice the love of my life for the company or anything else. So, this opportunity creates a huge dilemma for me. I vowed on my wedding day to forsake all others for as long as I am married. So, as you can see, what you are asking me to do violates all the moral rules in my life. I am not saying that I am rejecting this offer, but I need time to think through this and see how I can, well if I can, or how I can do this and maintain everything important in my life. I hope you understand."

The looks on the men's faces changed from happy to concern. Nathan mashed his cigar in the ashtray grinding it down in frustration. The others went to the bar and poured long drinks. They murmured amongst themselves, taking fleeting looks at me. Then Thomas turned.

"How much time do you need, Sarah?"

I hadn't expected this response. I thought they would understand I could not do this, which would be the end. I expected I could be let go too. I thought for a minute.

Standing amongst them, I stood up and walked to the bar and poured a glass of Macallan 12-year-old Scotch. I gulped it down and poured another. I turned and stood with them.

Nathan moved in front of me. He smiled and stroked my cheek. He surprised me.

"Sarah, we want you to join our team, so there are two things I need to know. One, how much time do you need? If I transfer a million dollars today into your account, will you accept the opportunity?"

I was stunned. My legs were instantly weak. I leaned back against the bar to stabilize myself. I did not know how to answer Nathan. My mouth was dry, and my nerves were frazzled. The look on my face must have been strange.

"Sarah, are you ok?" Nathan gripped my shoulders and lightly shook me.

I came around and looked into Nathans's eyes. I took a deep breath and shook my head.

"You said, $1,000,000 now, today, mine. You want me that bad; you would do that?"

Nathan smiled. "Just say yes, sign the contract, and I will make the transfer before you leave here tonight. It will be yours tomorrow morning to do whatever you want to do with it."

I looked at the others. They were intently looking at me, awaiting my answer.

I turned to the bar. There was a bottle of Cristal Champagne on the ice. I pulled it out by the neck and turned. "Boys, let's pop this open and celebrate!"

Thomas took the bottle from me, loosened the cork with a loud pop, and then filled each glass. He passed them around, and Nathan raised his glass, "Here is to Sarah Wilson, our newest team member."

'The boys', as I started to call them after that day, all clinked glasses with mine and yelled, "Salute!"

I kissed each of the men hard on the mouth, shocking them.

"Gentleman, that kiss is the only one you will ever receive from me. From this night forward, our relationship will be 100% business for the next five years. You will accommodate all of my and Johnny's needs. Beginning tonight, once I sign this contract, we are all equal in all decisions made about the number of deals we will close each year and how I proceed with each client. We will develop a strategy for each one, the type of reward they will receive, and if I am required to be active on the reward night or if we are contracting the party out."

Thomas went to the table and brought the contracts back to the bar. He laid them before me and handed me a Monte Blanc fountain pen. I turned to Nathan, "Add the $1,000,000 to the contract," and gave him the pen.

Nathan moved to the bar and wrote in the $1,000,000 provision in the two copies of the contract.

He turned to me and presented the pen to me. "Madam!"

I took the pen with a smile. It was the 'moment of truth'. Am I going to do this?

I looked at each man and took a deep breath. I signed two copies of the contract. My whole body was tingling, and my heart raced. I laid the pen down and shook hands with my new team members.

I looked at my watch; it was after 11:00 pm. I needed to leave.

"Gentlemen, this night has been unusual and not what I expected at all. I look forward to working together and making a lot of money for all of us. I must take my leave and go home and fuck my husband. We will talk tomorrow. Nathan, please send the bank and transfer information to my old Gmail account. I will text it to you on my way home. Good night and all of you, thank you."

Thomas handed me a copy of the contract and the Monte Blanc pen. "Good night!"

Stewart walked me to the front door, and Edgar walked me to my town car. The ride home was mental turmoil. What had I just done? Have I sold out my marriage for $1,000,000?

How do I make this work? What about my husband, my values, and what happens after the five years are up? Johnny and I will have children by then, and I will have to tell him about the last five years and where the millions came from. I will have to ensure that our life is perfect, so he knows I never shorted him in anything. Making sure Johnny knows I have loved him every minute and always will.

I arrived home, and the car door opened. I looked up at the house; it was dark. I had to put the contract somewhere, so Johnny would not see it. I will move it to a secure place tomorrow. I folded it and stuffed it and the pen in my handbag. I walked to the house, and the door opened. Johnny was standing there. My heart leaped.

I smiled and moved into Johnny's arms. We kissed as he pulled me into the house and closed the door. We kissed with more passion, and our hands began to roam. Slowly we made our way to the steps. Johnny lifted me and carried me up the stairs, kissing me the whole way. My body was on fire, and we had not said one word.

Through the door, there were candles and the smell of incense.

That night was magical. As I came for the fourth time and Johny filled me with his cum, I knew I could do this, and Johnny and I would have a wonderful life together just like we have had since we were married. I would never let the 'deal' interfere with our life. I loved John Wilson more than anything and always will.

Now sleep tonight before my new life starts tomorrow.

When I woke up, I went into the bathroom with my phone. I opened the text from Nathan and clicked on the link to my new Belize Bank account. I logged in and changed my password and credentials securing my account. Once the access page opened, I took a deep breath and pressed "My Account". I gasped when the screen opened, there it was in, living black and white, $1,000,000!

Oh My God!!!

That was a little over three years ago, and I now had almost $4,650,000 in my account, all well-invested in major companies such as Apple, Google, Amazon, and many others. Every day I added tens of thousands of dollar market value to my future life.  

Things had gone perfectly, that is, until today.

Part 2 Coming.

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