Jenny Marie Jenkins felt that her life was finally starting to look up. Her husband had finally opened his own architectural business and was on the edge of taking off. She had worked so many long hours grading papers, making out lesson plans and paying for class supplies the school didn't have money for, that she was really getting sick of teaching her high school classes. She had spent her summers working on her master's just to be able to keep her teaching certificate.

All this time, her husband had been working for one of the best firms in New York for almost no credit. He had constantly designed award winning designs that his boss had won numerous prizes for. Finally, in a fit of anger and frustration, he had quit in order to open his own office.

Office space in New York was draining Jenny's account. If not for her modest inheritance from her parents, it would have been impossible; but she believed in her husband and had gone all out to help. Joe had done a number of very small commissions that barely broke even when they were done. Never-the-less, he had won some recognition for the design of several small homes. He just never got the big enough break that would set them on easy street.

Jenny's inheritance was just about gone. The bills for engineering on the last project were coming due. The landlord was giving Joe several letters that their rent was way past due.

Joe had called her to say that he was meeting a client for dinner and he was hoping that she could join them. The news was not new. He had brought the subject up a number of times. Jenny was willing to do whatever it would take for Joe's success, but did not know enough about architecture to be of much help.

They had been married in college, when she was a freshman and he was working on his doctorate. She had learned to cut out cardboard models; help fill in grass patterns with an ink pen on the site plans, but didn't really know much about the real design or working drawings.

She knew that this new client could make or break their family. Joe had had an ongoing dialog with Conrad for a number of years. Conrad had been a client of Joe's boss for quite some time, and Joe was trying to get him away from his former boss.

Conrad was planning a new house on Martha's Vineyard that was going to cost millions. Joe wanted this job desperately. Jenny pulled up in front of Guinevere's. The valet came around and opened the driver's door to help her out. He tried not to stare as he discreetly glanced down. Jenny tried to gather her short dress in her left hand as she swiveled her legs up and over the quarter panel of the small Mazda Miata convertible.

The valet held the door with one hand as he used his right hand to firmly lift her to her feet as she got out. She didn't want the help or contact, but had learned this was the most modest way of getting out of a very low car with a short dress.

Jenny held the car keys in her right hand and put them between them as he pulled her up against him. He got her name, address and phone number to put on the valet ticket. Jenny didn't like giving out that kind of information, but it was the only way of securing and reclaiming the car.

Jenny walked in, knowing that her husband and Conrad had already arrived. The hostess escorted her over to a table by the window, where she spotted her husband with the older man who she had heard so much about.

She knew Conrad was a very wealthy businessman, but didn't realize he was black. She had heard that he had played professional football for many years, but she did not really understand that this six foot six inch behemoth was a tight end for the Kansas City Chiefs. She had not identified wealthy successful businessmen as black linemen.

Her husband introduced the two to each other, and they sat down. Jenny was a little embarrassed that she was sitting between the two of them and facing the outside window, which was about four feet above the outside public walk.

The conversation during dinner went smoothly, but Jenny never felt quite comfortable with Conrad. He was very gracious and flattering to both of them, but Jenny was very uneasy about his subtle behavior. She did not like the fact that they needed the work so much and Conrad seemed to hold all the cards to their future.

Conrad did not tell them that he had run a credit check of them. They did not know that he actually owned the building that Joe was a tenant in. They did not know that he had done enough business with Joe's former boss that he knew exactly what Joe owed everybody.

Before desert was served, Joe thought everything was going well enough to bring up business.

"Well Conrad, you know what kind of work I can do, and I would like very much to do that vacation home you are planning in Martha's Vineyard. I have been through all of your space planning requirements and budget to know I can give you a building that you will love." He did not say that he knew it would be good enough to win a number of awards from the AIA. That would be enough to put him over the top.

"Well, Joe, I am sure you are good enough to do the job, however, I have been friends with your former boss for a number of years. He has done a number of big businesses for me over the years, and I kind of feel obligated to him too."

The conversation stopped. Conrad looked over to Joe, then back to Jenny. Jenny was humiliated. She did not want to be any part of this conversation. She did not want to be in the presence of her husband to see him humiliated by getting rejected by this man who held their future.

Conrad looked from Joe over to Jenny. "Joe, why don't you go over to the bar and get a couple of drinks for us. I want to talk to your wife for a second." Joe was stunned, but he stood and walked over to the bar as ordered. He stood there a while as he repeated the request for the drinks they had already been having.

While he was waiting at the bar, he turned enough to see Conrad put his hands over Jenny's; lean over and whisper something into her ear. He was too far away to even remotely hear, but he could see that Jenny recoiled like she had been hit with a hammer. Her lower lip trembled. She took her wire rimmed glasses off and wiped her eyes. She looked back up at him as though pleading for mercy. No words were spoken. She looked down at her hands which had been folded under the table on her lap.

When Joe got back, he set the drinks down. He looked into Conrad and Jenny's eyes. Conrad had no reaction, but Jenny had clearly been upset. She tried to force a smile she clearly did not have as she looked over at her husband.

Jenny picked up her white linen napkin and slowly refolded it on the table. She picked up her small clutch purse as she stood. "You men will have to excuse me. I will be right back." She said as she stood and turned for the women's room.

Without quite understanding, Joe watched his forty-year old wife head for the women's room clear across the dining room. The grey high-heeled boots which stopped just below her knees clicked across the honed limestone pavers. Her long red hair which had been finished into a French braid switched back and forth as she walked, like the tail of a cheetah as it changes direction. Jenny's years of early morning jogs had helped her keep the physique that had given her a track scholarship. Her grey button front dress was much shorter than she would have preferred, but was consistent with what most of the younger girls bought from Forever Twenty One. Joe could not see it, but he knew what the men seated along her path could see.

Joe knew that the already short dress he had asked her to wear had the last one or two buttons above the hem unbuttoned. He could see the startled men's gasps and the sparkle in their eyes as she passed. What he could not see was the outrange and humiliation in her eyes as she fought to keep her composure.

Jenny's mind was racing as she walked through the vestibule of the women's room. So far, she had only gone into the restroom as ordered by Conrad. That was the easy part because it took no decision on her part. As she walked, she was fighting with the next part of the command.

Jenny was sick. She fought with her options, but couldn't see any as she walked into one of the stalls and shut the door behind her. Her fingers were trembling as she unbuttoned the front of her dress and peeled it down so it draped over her waist. Her mind raced as she reached behind her to unclasp the back of her bra. She rolled up the black lace garment and put it into her purse. She buttoned the top back up.

She might as well have been naked. The dark silk dress fit so snug there was no way to hide the protrusions of her long-stemmed pink nipples. Her cheeks flushed as she felt the almost transparent material pressing against breasts. She pulled her dress up and slid down her panties. Jenny put the lid down on the toilet and sat down so she could pull the garment down and over her boots. Jenny scooted her but up enough to hike her dress back down. She crossed her legs as she struggled to get the black lace panties into her small purse.

Jenny struggled with the next command. She could hardly unbutton the next button on the bottom of her dress because her fingers were shaking so bad, and the tears in her eyes clouded her vision. Jenny sat there for a minute, trying to continue. She tried to shut out all thought as she stood and walked out the bathroom.

She felt that all the men in the room had been told she was now naked under the almost transparent and form fitting dress as she appeared. It was as though the curtains had parted and the house spotlight had been focused on her as she appeared.

"Ladies and gentlemen; appearing before you is Mrs. Jennifer Jenkins. She has just removed her panties and bra. If anybody cannot tell what color her nipples are, please raise your hand." In her mind, that was what had been announced just before she opened the door.

This would have been bad enough, but Conrad was not done with her. "But there's more." As the old commercial goes. Jenny's mind raced. She should have told Conrad to go fuck himself. But she knew better. Everything they had tied up depended upon her husband getting this commission. She had to go through with it; she knew. She could not be the one to squelch this deal, she thought as she stood at the bar. Slowly, Jenny put her purse up on the counter and slid her right thigh up on the high bar stool. As she did, the short silk dress parted. As her right thigh found itself firmly on the leather seat, all conversation seemed to stop. The inside of Jenny's right leg was exposed almost to her crotch. Nobody could actually see it, but they saw enough to be pretty sure that Jenny was shaved; or mostly shaved.

Jenny pulled herself up on the stool but had been strictly told not to cover up. Jenny crossed her legs, and struggled with her reflex to cover herself. Her face flushed as she knew the sides of her dress hung loosely down the sides of the barstool. Jenny's long legs were a contradiction for a redhead. She had the light golden tan of a dark-skinned person, but a wash of freckles of a healthy redhead who spent her afternoons in the sun.

Back at the table, Joe was shocked at the erotic sight of his beautiful shy wife exposing herself. He slowly put two and two together. Somehow, Conrad had made some kind of proposition with her to seal the commission. Joe swallowed as he watched the woman he love hoist herself up on the barstool. He almost threw up when she crossed her legs and refused to pull the sides of her dress back up over her thighs. This wasn't the shy bashful woman he had shared the last twenty years of his life with.

Joe watched helplessly as his humiliated wife paid for the drinks. He watched her remove her glasses and wipe her eyes. She looked forlornly over at her husband for a second before she picked up her purse. She tucked her purse under her arm as she picked up a drink in each hand. With her hands full, she had no way to modestly cover herself as she slowly pivoted the barstool around. Jenny could feel the cold air on her labia as she turned and extended her left foot, searching for the floor.

As her left foot struggled to find the ground, her right leg remained on the chair. Her left leg hit the ground, and for a millisecond, her alabaster white bikini triangle was there for everybody to see. They could see that her downy red patch had been shaved into a landing strip configuration above her cleft. From there down, she was bare. For that one brief second time seemed to stand still as the nub of her clitoris was framed in that alabaster patch between those beautifully tanned and toned succulent legs. Several of the men were quick enough to see it coming. Their cell phone flashes lit the room.

For most men, life would go on. But for many of the older men, they would talk about it the rest of their lives. In many of their minds, this could only be a fantasy; now, they had something to talk about forever. Of course none of their friends would believe them, but it sure livened up their conversation.

The woman with the bright red French braid flipping behind her; with her purse under her right arm; her succulent pink nipples flipping like a manometer in cadence to the clip clop of her high heels was a woman Joe did not know. He recognized the beautifully long legs that stuck out under the almost completely unbuttoned dress, but he did not recognize the expression on her face. It was desperation. It was humiliation. It was embarrassment. It was a beautiful woman who also had a pride that refused to be broken. She was determined to endure whatever she had to for the success of her family.

Jenny was trying desperately to hide her humiliation and embarrassment as she forced a smile she did not feel as she stood at her chair. Conrad pulled her chair out for her, and pushed it back in as she sat. If her mind had not been so chaotic, she could have set the drinks down first, and pulled her own chair out; but her mind was not clear.

All she knew was that her long legs were being exposed as the ceiling fans fluttered her dress when she walked. She was unable to hide the fact that her nipples seemed to be fighting to go through her dress as she walked. No matter how she walked, she could not stop them from bouncing and wiggling. Every step brought more embarrassment as she had to keep her hands out in front of her to hold the drinks. "I've just got to get through this. Joe has worked so hard to get where he is. I cannot be the one to stop his success." She thought as her mind raced for some corner to hide in.

When she sat, her reflex was to cross her legs and pull the sides of her dress up over her. Conrad looked down at her through the glass topped table; then glared over at her. She didn't need to be a mind reader to understand. Slowly and reluctantly, she picked her clutch purse up off of her lap and placed it on the table. With her hands at her sides, she was unable to keep the smooth silk dress from cascading down the sides of her golden thighs; revealing most of her Coppertone sheen. Jenny tried not to gag as she momentarily caught the outrage in her husband's eyes.

"Can you not see why I am doing this? Don't you understand what's going on? Are you going to still love me after this is all over?" Jenny wondered as she looked into her husband's eyes for sympathy or understanding.

"Well?" Conrad whispered softly.

Jenny opened her purse. She reached in and pulled out the top garment; her black lace panties and set them on the glass table between them. Conrad looked down at them and back up to her and the purse. Jenny looked over at her husband for a second after she pulled out her black lace bra. Her fingers trembled as she laid them on top of her panties.

"I did everything you asked of me." She said; her lip trembling and her head turned to him and pleading with her eye contact for a reprieve in her humiliation. "Are we done?"

"Joe, I have asked your wife to show me her commitment to the both of us. I want to see how adamant she is about your success. I am also curious about your commitment to me. I am curious how much you want this job. I know if you will allow this woman to willingly submit herself to me you are deeply committed to this project." Joe just looked from Conrad to his wife, and didn't say anything.

"So, Joe, is your wife good in bed? Is your wife good at giving a blowjob?"

Jenny almost threw up. She caught herself by putting her hands over her mouth. She looked back and forth from her husband over to Conrad. Her eyes were wide as the tears formed and she slowly and almost imperceptibly moved her head from side to side to indicate a "No."

It was not to project a "No," as "Not good," as much as to indicate "I can't believe you would ask this." Conrad did not really care whether it was a "no" or a "yes." He was looking for any signs of an outright objection from either of them.

Joe looked over at his wife, trying to read her mind. He wanted the job, but was not about to do anything to stop the project. He looked over at Conrad and then down. It would not be his call; it would be Jenny's choice to accept or reject the parameters Conrad was setting.

Jenny's heart sank. She wanted the job, but was hoping for some token resistance from her husband. If he had told Conrad to "Fuck off," that would have made it easier for her to smile and say: "Honey, we can get through this."

During the silence that followed, Jenny took her wire rimmed glasses off; wiped her eyes; put them back on and looked down. "I believe in my husband and want him to have every chance to succeed. I know he will do a great job if just given the chance. I promise that you will not be disappointed ... with either of us."

It was out. Without actually saying: "I will fuck you for the job." Jenny had made it clear.

"I have already done everything you have asked. What more is there?" Jenny whispered.

Conrad stood. "Let's go to my house for a while." He said as he stood to pull Jenny's chair back. Jenny stood; grateful for the change in position to let her dress straighten itself to a more modest pose. Conrad walked out with Jenny; a little behind, and with his hand wrapped around her waist. He enjoyed the sparkle of excitement and outrage in the eyes of the other customers as they watched this beautiful woman in the clutches of this huge athletic black man. Joe tagged along behind, inconspicuous and unseen.

When they got outside, Conrad gave Joe the keys to his Hummer. Joe got in the driver's side. He watched helplessly as Conrad opened the passenger door and helped his wife up into the car. Conrad sat in the passenger seat with Jenny in the middle. Again, Jenny knew better than to adjust her dress. Jenny sat stoically in the middle with her hands at her sides as Conrad adjusted her seat belt. She had no way to sit modestly as her dress opened as she slid across the seat. When Conrad adjusted her belt, their movements only pulled the sides farther apart.

Jenny was humiliated to have both men ogling her. "Conrad, can't we just sit in the back? Do what you must, but can't you at least spare my husband the indignation of knowing what you are doing to me?" Jenny looked up at him thinking that her pleading eye contact could get her usual results.

Conrad leaned back with his left arm around her shoulder. He pulled her close so that her head rested against his shoulder. Jenny tried to bury her face in his chest, hoping to blot out the events in her mind. Jenny felt Conrad's right hand go to her left. She tried to keep her eyes closed as though if she couldn't see, it wasn't happening. She felt his right hand tug her left hand over to his crotch. She did not resist, but she did not cooperate either. She let her fingers rest un-resisting on the bulge in his pants.

"It's up to you. I want to see how nice you can be. You're on your own."

Jenny was paralyzed. It was one thing to get raped; tied down in front of her husband; helpless and unable to protect herself. This was worse. She was being ordered to participate in her own degradation.

Now, in her mind, she was fourteen again; sitting in the back of a car. She had been overwhelmed with her newfound popularity as a freshman. She had become intoxicated with being seen with the popular high school quarterback. She did not know she was the subject of a savage wager. The young boy had been challenged by his friends to seduce her.

This young, gangly half-grown teenager was no match for the big athletic eighteen-year-old. She had been going out with him steadily for most of the cross-country and football season. He had grown more and more insistent with her. She did not want to take the chance of getting pregnant. In a desperate effort for compromise, she had given into his pressure. He had her dress open and up above her waist. She had been reluctantly fondling him, hoping that would be enough. In order to avoid getting pregnant, she had allowed him to lower her head onto him. Like a baby suckling on her mother, Jenny had allowed him into her mouth. She had a vague idea what to do, and struggled with him until he ejaculated. It was a humiliating mess.

When she refused to go out with him anymore, that's when the cell phone videos came out. She went through a humiliating and degrading four years as the other girls would always look over at her and give those telltale smiles and giggles. She got lots of requests for dates, but felt like she would never get over her "Monica Lewinski" reputation.

Jenny tried to blot out the thought of her husband sitting next to her as she fumbled with Conrad's belt. She put her right hand up over her face to shield her eyes as she struggled to pull down his zipper. Conrad braced himself with one arm over the back of the seat, and one arm against the window ledge as he raised himself so Jenny could pull his jeans and briefs down.

"Tell me what you're doing, Mrs. Jenkins." It was one thing for her to do it to her husband in the dark with no words said. However objectionable the act seemed to her, she might be able to make herself do something that wasn't forced. For Conrad to speak the words not only to her, but for her husband to also hear, was humiliation beyond her imagination. She couldn't open her mouth.

"I want to hear it Mrs. Jenkins." Conrad said it loud enough that Joe could not ignore.

"I ... i ... have to ... to ... put ... my ... my mouth on it." There she said it. She couldn't imagine the words coming out of her. "That's not good enough, Mrs. Jenkins. I don't want to think that I am forcing you. That would be terrible of me. I want a woman who is enthusiastic." He whispered into her ear. Jenny almost gagged on the words.

She tried to bury her face farther into his chest so her husband couldn't hear her. "I ... I ... want to ... to ... s ... s ... suck your thing." She blurted into his chest. It was clear. It was clear enough for both men to hear.

"Joe, did you hear her? She has asked me if she can suck me off. Did you hear that? I can't possibly put her through this without your permission. You are her husband. She cannot do anything without your approval. I think you are going to have to give her your blessing." Joe kept his eyes on the road. His hands were shaking. He knew he had to answer.

"You've got to do it, honey. We have no choice." He whispered.

"No, no, no, Joe. That's not good enough. You make it sound like you have been coerced into this. Let's try this again."

Joe looked over briefly at his wife; cowering against his chest with her lifeless fingers close to his semi flaccid cock. He was torn between outrage, despair and a growing and unwilling stimulation at the scene next to him.

Nervously, he forced the words out of his mouth: "Jenny, honey, I want you to put your mouth on him. I want you to suck him off." Jenny couldn't believe the words she heard from the man she had loved for so many years. She was alone now.

Conrad reached up with his right hand. He caressed her left nipple with the back of his fingers. He reached up and began unbuttoning her top. Jenny did not know what to do after hearing her husband.

Like a woman a thousand miles away with her mind on other things, Jenny used the back of the fingers on her left hand to brush across his shaft; across the tip of his crown as he unbuttoned her top. Like a condemned convict facing the gallows, Jenny straightened up enough to let Conrad peel the dress back over her shoulders so it hung down over her waist. Once he had the remaining buttons done, it fell away, and Jenny was essentially sitting on her dress. She tried to ignore her husband. She tried to pretend he was not there. She tried to pretend she and Conrad were fourteen year old lovers sitting in the back seat in the dark. She could try as hard as she could, but she could still feel his leg and arm close enough that they were touching as she closed her hand around Conrad.

She was still resisting. She reached out with her thumb and forefinger straight and put them on the top and bottom of his crown. It was still semi-flaccid and nowhere near full sized, but she could tell that he was going to be a real problem. "This is going to fucking hurt." Her mind screamed.

"I need to be sure that if we do this; if I do this, that you will give my husband the chance that he needs. I need that assurance." Jenny looked straight into his eyes looking for whatever sign of victory she could come away with. Conrad was quiet, but she could see that his eyes indicated "Yes." Jenny knew it was time.

Jenny straightened up. She turned to face the front. She opened the glove compartment; took off her glasses and put them in. She looked over at her husband and took off her wedding ring. She handed it to him. Their eyes met. Jenny was sad. She was humiliated. She was resigned to what she had to do.

Jenny shifted her position. She still had her boots on. She put her legs under her and rested on her knees. With her ankles splayed; her butt knees on the leather seat, she put her right arm around Conrad's neck for support as she reached for him with her left hand.

With her thumb and forefinger she pinched the loose foreskin at the bottom of his shaft just behind the tip. He was clean, but smelled of soap. She pinched the skin hard between her fingers and pulled hard out away from him. She pulled until she thought it might hurt. She could feel him grow.

She and Conrad had their heads resting together and watching what she was doing. Conrad tried to stifle a groan. Despite the stimulation, he would not grant this power to her. He reached up with his right hand and brushed a few loose hairs away from her face and back over her ear.

"What did you do today?" he asked softly as she pulled out on him again.

Jenny was devastated to be forced into a casual conversation with him in the presence of her husband.

"I ... I ... I ... checked my email. I ... I ... I ... talked to Joe and asked him what he wanted for supper." She said as she tugged again.

She didn't know what was worse; being naked; being forced to fuck him; suck him; or be forced into this casual conversation with him in front of her husband. There was no instruction. There was no filthy command: "suck my dick, you filthy whore." There was no threat: "suck my dick or your husband doesn't get the job."

It was much more subtle than that. She knew she had to perform for her husband to get the work. It was humiliating for her to be forced to take the initiative for this intimate act sitting right next to her husband.

Her husband could not see the tears going down her face as she leaned forward. She had to lean a long way down. With her right hand around his neck for support, she used her left hand to aim the dark creature up at her. Jenny lowered herself and turned her head. She used the left side of her cheek to brush against the tip; trying to acclimate her mind for what had to come. She used her left hand to guide it across the left side of her face; across her lips and back and forth across her nose.

She held the shaft against the left side of her face with her head braced against his abdomen. Her butt was up in the air, and Joe could see the pale cleft staring back at him between her clenched legs. "I love you, Joe." She said loud enough for him to hear as she loosened her lips enough to rub the tip between her lips against her clenched teeth.

Conrad reached his left hand out from the top of the seat and moved it so his middle finger found its way against the center of her cleft. Jenny stiffened and forced herself to relax in order to accept him.

Jenny almost gagged as she adjusted her legs a little farther apart to accept the invading finger. She was even more devastated by the sounds they were making. His invading fingers made a sucking sound as they wiggled in and out of her.

Jenny opened her mouth. Her lips quivered as she fought against gagging as the tip slid between her lips. Her tongue fought to find a place out of the way of the invading monster. Jenny drew back to clear her mind. So as not to offend him, she placed her fingers around the back of his crown and kissed him softly. She straightened up to see how he was taking everything.