My Wife, the Salesperson of the Year
My wife, Lucy, is a stunningly beautiful woman with a sharp mind and a passion for her job. As a high-end sales representative for Hillenbrand Business Equipment, she’s been crowned “Salesperson of the Year” for the past three years. Her success is a testament to her dedication and skill, and her charm has earned her a loyal following among her clients.
Lucy’s style is undeniable, and she knows exactly how to showcase her curves. Her straw-colored blonde hair falls just above her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint. She’s a petite 5’4″ and 110 pounds, but she exudes confidence and charisma. When she walks into a room, heads turn, and she knows it.
As a couple, Lucy and I have been married for 15 years, and our love for each other only grows stronger with each passing day. We’re each other’s rock, and we’ve built a life together that’s filled with laughter, adventure, and passion.
Lucy’s latest assignment is to train a new sales representative, Diane, who’s about 10 years younger and has a similar build to Lucy. They’ve quickly become close friends, and their training sessions are often filled with laughter and banter. Diane’s a quick learner, and Lucy’s impressed with her progress.
“Why don’t we try to guess if they have a big dick or a little dick?” Lucy suggests to Diane during one of their training sessions. They’re in a crowded restaurant, and they’re trying to guess the penis sizes of the men around them.
“Okay, but how will we know if they have a BD or LD?” Diane asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“There are lots of ways to find that out,” Lucy replies with a sly smile. “Let’s see…that man two tables away?” Lucy points to a man sitting across from them. Diane nods, and Lucy suggests they get his attention.
Diane giggles and slaps Lucy’s arm, and they both look at the man, who’s now smiling at them. Lucy winks at him, and he blushes, his eyes darting to his crotch. Lucy high-fives Diane, and they both burst out laughing.
As they continue their training, Lucy and Diane start discussing their own desires and fantasies. They’re both curious about each other’s secrets, and they start to open up about their own desires.
“Have you ever sucked a woman’s tits?” Diane asks Lucy, her voice hesitant.
“Diane, are you trying to insinuate that I might be gay?” Lucy replies, her tone playful.
“No, not at all,” Diane answers quickly. “Would you think I was a freak or gay if I told you that I sometimes look at other women’s breasts and wonder what it would be like to rub them on my face and suck the nipple into my mouth?”
Lucy gazes at Diane, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She thinks back to her college days, when she and her roommate would snuggle up together in bed, exploring each other’s bodies. She smiles, and the two women continue their conversation, their laughter and banter filling the air.
As the weekend approaches, Lucy, Diane, and I decide to spend a relaxing three-day weekend at a Hot Springs, Arkansas resort. We book two adjoining rooms at the Arlington Resort, and we’re looking forward to a fun-filled weekend of relaxation and adventure.
We arrive at the resort on Friday afternoon, and we’re greeted by the warm spring waters and the luxurious amenities. We shower and change, and then we head out for dinner at a sports bar on the main drag. The meal is delicious, and we’re enjoying each other’s company when Jack suggests we move next door to the night club.
The night club is packed, and the live band is playing a lively set. We’re seated at a table just off the dance floor, and we’re enjoying the music and the energy of the crowd. Jack’s a charming guy, and he’s flirting with both Lucy and Diane, but I can tell he’s got a soft spot for Lucy.
As the night wears on, we continue to dance and laugh, enjoying each other’s company. We’re all having a great time, and we’re making the most of our weekend getaway.
When we finally return to our rooms around midnight, we’re all feeling a little tipsy. Jack suggests we play some cards, and we agree, reluctantly. We shower and get into our pajamas, and then we head to Jack’s room for a few games of cards.
Diane’s wearing a tight cotton T-shirt that’s accentuating her pert little tits, and I catch myself staring. I remember thinking I’m not going to make it through the night without staring at her breasts, and I’m sure Lucy will catch me sooner or later.
As we play cards, the conversation turns to sex and relationships. Lucy and Diane start discussing their own desires and fantasies, and I’m happy to listen, enjoying the company of these two beautiful women.
As the night wears on, we continue to laugh and chat, enjoying each other’s company. It’s been a great weekend, and we’re all looking forward to spending more time together in the future.
Jack’s strategic seating arrangement had been the first indication that tonight was going to be a wild ride. I found myself across from Lucy, with Diane to my left and Jack to her right. As the evening progressed, I couldn’t help but notice that Jack’s playful touches on Lucy’s thigh had become a recurring theme. It was beginning to grate on my nerves, but I pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the lively conversation.
“What’s the game plan for tonight?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation back on track.
“I was thinking we could play a game of strip poker,” Jack suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Sounds like fun,” Lucy chimed in, her voice husky with excitement.
“But first, let’s start with something a bit more…low-key,” Diane added, her eyes glinting with amusement.
“High card, low card strip!” Jack exclaimed, his face lighting up with enthusiasm.
“Explain the rules,” I asked, intrigued despite myself.
“Each of us gets dealt one card face down,” Jack began. “We all turn our cards up at the same time. The high card wins, and gets to decide what article of clothing the low card has to remove.”
“Sounds simple enough,” I said, nodding.
“Let’s play a few hands,” Lucy suggested, her voice filled with anticipation.
As the game progressed, I found myself growing increasingly uneasy. It seemed like Diane and Lucy were consistently losing, while Jack and I remained fully clothed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Jack was cheating, but before I could say anything, Diane spoke up.
“What happens if I’m the only one left naked?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
“The high card gets to decide what you have to do,” Jack explained, his grin growing wider.
“Anything?” Diane pressed, her eyes locked on Jack’s.
“Anything,” Jack confirmed, his voice dripping with seduction.
Lucy’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper.
“This is going to be fun,” she breathed.
“I have a suggestion,” I said, trying to inject some sense into the evening. “Why don’t we change the rules a bit? Let the winner choose who they want to dare, and what they want to dare them to do.”
Jack’s face fell, but the girls were quick to agree.
“Let’s do it,” Lucy exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.
As the game continued, the atmosphere grew more and more charged. I found myself growing increasingly jealous as Jack’s eyes lingered on Lucy’s breasts, but I pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the game.
“Time’s up,” I said, trying to inject some sense into the evening.
“Just five more minutes,” Lucy pleaded, her voice husky with desire.
Diane’s eyes locked on Lucy’s, and I could feel the tension building between them.
“Let’s see what happens,” I said, trying to stay impartial.
As Diane’s mouth closed over Lucy’s clit, I felt a pang of jealousy. This was my fantasy, my nightmare. I was watching my wife, my wife, pour her passion into another woman’s kiss. I tried to call time again, but Lucy was too caught up in the moment.
“Oh my God,” she screamed, her body shaking with pleasure. “I’m cumming. I’m god damn, fucking cumming.”
Diane’s fingers continued to stroke Lucy’s insides, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Ahhh,” Lucy groaned, her body shaking with pleasure. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”
It was like nothing I’d ever seen before. The look on Lucy’s face, the way Diane’s fingers moved, it was all so…intimate.
“Time’s up,” I said, trying to inject some sense into the evening.
“No,” Lucy pleaded, her voice husky with desire. “Please don’t stop. Do it. Do it there. Just don’t change what you’re doing.”
Diane’s eyes locked on mine, and I could feel the tension building between them.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to stay impartial. “But time out means time out.”
Lucy’s face fell, but Diane’s eyes never left mine. They were connected on a level that I didn’t understand, a level that I didn’t want to understand.
As the game continued, I found myself growing increasingly jealous. This was my wife, my wife, pouring her passion into another woman’s kiss. I was watching my fantasy, my nightmare, unfold before my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to inject some sense into the evening.
“Don’t be sorry,” Lucy whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Just let us finish.”
I tried to call time again, but Lucy was too caught up in the moment.
“Ahhh,” she groaned, her body shaking with pleasure. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”
Diane’s fingers continued to stroke Lucy’s insides, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Ahhh,” Lucy screamed, her body shaking with pleasure. “I’m cumming. I’m god damn, fucking cumming.”
As the game finally came to an end, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It was over. It was done. But as I looked at Lucy, at Diane, I knew that this was far from over. This was just the beginning.
As the game came to a close, the room was filled with an air of languid passion. No one seemed interested in continuing, and we agreed to play a few more hands out of habit. Lucy dealt the cards with a detached expression, still basking in the glow of her recent orgasm. Diane, however, was building up to something, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Diane: “I dare Lucy to invite Jack to join her in HER bed for the remainder of the weekend, while Jim and I finish the weekend alone with each other in MY bed.”
Jack looked at Lucy uncertainly, while I exchanged a hesitant glance with Diane. Jack and I then looked at each other with a hint of approval. The room was silent, except for the heavy breathing of the four of us. After a minute, it seemed we had tacitly given our approval, and Lucy eagerly reached out to take Jack’s hand.
Lucy: “Come on, let’s go.”
Diane took my hand, pulling me toward HER bed. It seemed we were all ready to retreat to our respective rooms for the remainder of the weekend. Room service was our only connection to the outside world, delivering meals to our doorsteps. The sounds of pleasure and bliss echoed through the night, punctuated by the occasional moan or giggle.
Diane proved to be a force to be reckoned with, a young woman with a passion for pleasing men. Her techniques left me breathless, and I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets she had up her sleeve.
As we checked out of the Resort Hotel on Sunday afternoon, we all piled into my car, the silence a testament to the events of the weekend. Jack and Diane cuddled together in the backseat, lost in their own little world. Lucy broke the silence with occasional humming and nipple caressing, seeming to enjoy the afterglow of her weekend.
It was clear we were compatible couples, enjoying each other’s company without reservation. As we dropped Jack and Diane off at their condo, we all agreed to spend the next weekend together at mine and Lucy’s house. Jack and Diane suggested we spend the following weekend at their condo, and the plan was set.