Things had not been going well between my wife of 21 years and myself. We had begun to discuss divorce on a regular basis, and were both quite serious. We were not angry with each other. We had simply ceased to care very much.
We had one child and he was two states away in college. We had purchased a home far more expensive than we could afford years ago. Now our son was attending a very expensive private school. It seemed that debt was the sole reason we were still together.
My wife, Gwen, was still an attractive woman in her early forties. I am three years her senior and only weigh a few pounds more than I did when we were married. It just seemed that our life was consumed with trying to make ends meet and keep the façade of success, at least as many people in our culture perceive it.
Divorce was not something either of us really wanted, but it seemed that our marriage was not something we wanted very badly, either. We were simply tired and depressed with our lives. Thus, we had begun to consider divorce, but felt we were too far in debt to pursue it. We had decided to try to get our son through college and then go our separate ways. Still, we remained faithful to each other and polite. I remember hearing once that the opposite of love is apathy, not hate. I finally understood that statement.
I was in sales and not exactly a top producer. I always had worked hard, but had trouble closing the deal. That kept me firmly entrenched in the middle of the company's corps of salesmen. That kept the incentives and promotions just out of reach. I was the original "Nowhere Man!"
One afternoon I was trying to convince a long time customer to increase his order. I had sold to him, and even attended a few parties with him, over the past four years. He always gave me some business, but the lion's share went elsewhere. My product was every bit as good as the competitor's and just a little cheaper. I could never understand why I couldn't get all his business. Out of frustration, I asked why he didn't send more action my way.
"You really have a good product, Hank, but the other guys throw in some incentives for me," he confided. "I send enough your way to look good to the bosses, but some of the other vendors treat me better."
"Are you saying they give kickbacks?" I asked stunned. "That is illegal as hell and could get you spending time in the big house if your company found out!"
"You asked, Hank. Now I'm telling you, so listen. I don't get any money. I just get some very nice treatment from representatives of the vendors, if you know what I mean."
"Like tickets to the Giants' games or something?" I suggested. "Is that the sort of thing we are talking about?"
He chuckled at my question. It irked me that I appeared so dumb, or naïve, or whatever.
"I get laid, Hank. I can't rely on my good looks, so I get my suppliers to provide a little pussy for me. It may sound like a small thing, but it gets my orders," he confided. "Lately the vendors have been under close scrutiny from their bosses over their expense accounts. That has left me horny and looking for some new vendors. I don't ask for much, but I guess the whores were costing more than the guys could justify. Long story short, some fresh pussy will get my business."
"That is hard to sell to the board of directors, Charlie," I conceded. "I wouldn't even know where to find a whore and I wouldn't be able to pay her if I did."
"That is the story I hear from all my suppliers," admitted Charlie. "Then I remembered the Labor Day picnic your company invited me to last year. I seem to recall your wife looked pretty good in a pair of shorts and a low top."
I was blindsided by that comment. The miserable bastard apparently thought I would offer my wife for an order. I was ready to drop the prick with a couple punches, when reality stepped to the front of my thinking.
What did I care if he fucked Gwen? I couldn't even remember the last time I had a piece of her ass. It could mean a nice commission, which would certainly be to Gwen's benefit as well as mine.
"Are you suggesting I could secure your business if Gwen had sex with you, Charlie?" I questioned. "You will give me all your orders for a piece of her ass?"
"Shit, Hank, one fuck isn't worth all my business! I don't even know if she is worth any orders," he replied.
"Gwen would give you the fuck of your life, Buddy!" I almost shouted. "You won't get any pussy for an order or two. I can promise you that!"
What the hell was I saying? Was I bargaining with my wife's pussy? How far had I sunk? Why would I think she would ever agree to such a degrading proposition? Only a total asshole would use his wife's body to make a few bucks.
"Give me half your orders and I'll let you fuck her. If you like it, you can have her again for the rest," I proposed.
"What the hell, Hank! Is her damn cunt made of gold or something?" laughed Charlie. "You give her to me for tomorrow night, all night, for half my business. We'll dicker on the rest after that. I am not going to buy a pig in the poke, so to speak. No offense," he laughed again.
"Gwen is no pig, but you're the one that wants to poke her, Charlie," I chuckled. Now I was laughing at the thought of this slob fucking my wife! I promised myself I would seek counseling as soon as I felt I could afford it.
"We have a deal, Hank. Bring her to room 432 at the Winston tomorrow evening at 8:00. I'm happy to do business with you," Charlie offered his hand as he spoke.
I shook his hand and mentally kicked my own ass as I imagined how Gwen would receive this news. I would probably lose what business I had with Charlie. On the other hand, even half his orders would dramatically increase my income and the incentives would start kicking in. No guts, no glory! The real test of my salesmanship would come later, when I explained to Gwen the deal I had just struck with Charlie.
"Not to appear dense or anything, Henry, but let me see if I understand you correctly," Gwen stated quite calmly. "You made a deal with that big toad, Charlie Garner. In essence, he will give you half his orders if I spend the night with him?"
We were almost finished with dinner when I worked up the nerve to approach Gwen with the deal I had struck with Charlie. She had met Charlie just once and hadn't been very impressed with him, or so it seemed.
"That is the crux of the deal, Gwen. After that he will decide if he wants to deal for any more business," I added a bit lamely.
"You mean he will decide if I am worth any more of his business, or if he should look for sex someplace else?" asked Gwen.
It all sounded so unfeeling and cold the way Gwen stated it, but she was quite accurate.
"That is the deal Gwen. His orders would put me in a higher sales group, increase my commission cut, and start incentives kicking in. We would be able to get some of that new furniture you want, or actually take a vacation. It would be a substantial increase in our income," I assured her.
"I am trying very hard to understand this deal and what led up to it, Henry," Gwen replied. "How did you come to offer me as some kind of perk?"
So far Gwen was amazingly restrained and I began to feel a glimmer of hope. This was one sale I had to close!
"Charlie was raving about how great you looked at that party last year. He mentioned your long legs and how great your breasts looked in the low top you wore," I bubbled. "He has talked about you ever since. I knew he had a thing for you, but today he told me he would send me more business for a night with you."
"He was really that taken by me at that party?" asked Gwen. "Has he really been asking about me a lot?"
I could see this all was appealing to her vanity. Women always wonder if a man, other than their spouse, desires them.
"Gwen, you do have great breasts and legs and that outfit really showed your assets perfectly. Several guys mentioned to me how hot you looked," I admitted.
"How come you never told me about it, Henry?" insisted Gwen. "I could use an occasional compliment. You should tell me when men say these things. I wondered if anyone even noticed. Do you really think I have nice legs and breasts?"
"I should have told you, Gwen. You are right about that. You looked great and I saw a few guys checking you out when they thought it was safe," I confessed. "I can honestly say you still look great. If anything, you have improved over the years. Any weight you have gained has increased your sex appeal. Your curves are perfect."
"What a nice thing to say, Henry!" Gwen smiled. "How did Charlie know you wouldn't beat the hell out of him for suggesting I sleep with him? Am I wrong to think that a lot of husbands would be furious about a suggestion like that?"
"He knows I need his business and that I would just laugh it off if it offended me. I was pretty irked when he first suggested it, but then I started thinking," I answered. "This could help us both improve our situation, and you are a very good lover, so why not consider the proposition?"
"Henry, you pick an odd way to start complimenting me. Is it possible this will make you jealous, or be the final straw in our marriage?" Gwen asked. "Are you looking for grounds for divorce or something?"
"Gwen, I swear I would not be so low and devious, and I think you know that," I stated in my best imitation of an indignant husband. "The truth is, and it shames me to admit it, that it all turns me on. I have never thought about you with a different man. But I thought about it all afternoon and I got aroused when I did."
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