35 comments/ 78004 views/ 9 favorites No Longer My Problem By: Britease "Price is within budget," the big blonde Swede grinned at me, before taking another swig at his beer. "And the specification is spot on Jon," I reminded him, grinning back at him, and taking a long swig of my own. "Delivery is the only problem though Neil," Jon commented, not for the first time I should mention. "If only you could push the delivery forward another month, then there'd be less risk of someone else stealing our market." "Come on now Jon," I said as my grin turned into a huge smile. "If we delivered the bloody thing a month earlier, then you wouldn't be ready, would you." "Maybe, maybe not," he played with me, but I really didn't mind. The order was in the bag and I knew it and so did he. The Germans were the only ones who could match our specification and their price was astronomical. The Chinese were actually a bit cheaper, but would their damn plant work when it was installed. Maybe it would, but who was going to take that risk? No --- Our clients, Sonder and Glosst would be the only ones with a plant up and working and would do well out of it, and Jon's full name was Jon Sonder! Yes ----- The order was ours sure enough! My company's production was guaranteed for another two years or more, and my earnings would be going through the roof. Crikey, I'd get twenty five percent of my share when they signed the contract, and that was nearly as much as I earned last year. Not bad for a Chemical Engineer eh? I was the technical man, and not even a real salesman! Great! How about another pint Jon?" I asked him. "To seal the deal if you want." "OK Neil," he laughed out loud. "But you're paying OK?" Bingo, bloody Bingo, I congratulated myself silently as I called the waitress over for two more pints of Courage Directors, grinning to myself in glee. GOT IT! I bloody well got it. If you've ever been there then you'll know what it feels like. "Don't forget the chasers Neil," Jon reminded me, and for the third time that evening I ordered two Scandinavian specialities to go with our pints. Aquavits? Or were they Akavites? Or maybe Aquavities? Damn it, it was hard enough to drink the bloody things, never mind spell it. All I knew was that the colourless liquid tasted like the proverbial firewater, and the effects were dynamite. Three of them and three pints and my head was already beginning to spin. "Right then Jon. Finish this pint and I've got to be going, and you've got your appointment with old man Thomas for dinner this evening." I reminded him, the last pair of drinks seeming to have slipped down too easily. "Christ Neil," Jon chuckled at me. "It's bad enough having to do business with your company without having to spend time with your boring old fart of a chairman." "I'll pretend I didn't hear that Jon." "Pretend all you want Neil," he smiled back. "But you know it's true don't you." "No comment," I grinned back conspiritually. He was a boring old fart, but in fairness to old Thomas, he really did know his business. He wasn't even that old really, but he still controlled eighty five percent of the business. "I'd rather you and me went up town and found ourselves a couple of good looking young English girls Neil," Jon confided. No surprise there, was there. "Not sure what my wife would have to say about that Jon," I joked back. 'Oh you Brits," Jon shot back, slapping me friendlily on the shoulder. "You're so damn prudish sometimes? What's wrong with a bit of fun from time to time?" I simply shrugged my shoulders, not wishing to be drawn. "Look at that girl over there for instance Neil," Jon said drawing my attention to a young woman sat by the bar not twenty feet behind me. "Look at her Neil. Slim, brunette, what, twenty six or so? On her own and drop dead gorgeous." "Yes you're right there," I was forced to agree, surprised that I hadn't noticed her sitting there before. "She is a little darling isn't she?" "Think she's on the game Neil?" "I wouldn't think so Jon," I replied. "Doesn't look the type." "Probably right Neil," Jon agreed with me thoughtfully. "I'll bet she's on the pull though." I raised my eyebrows at Jon's excellent use of colloquial English, and took the opportunity of studying the pretty slim woman while her attention was taken up by some City type, who had just engaged her in conversation. Nice ---- Yes very nice indeed! Long, slim, tanned bare legs made even more so by the short slinky dress that she had on, a whole length of smooth, shapely thigh wonderfully out on display as she sat on her stool, inviting the avid attention of many a male in the place. "Think she'll go off with him Neil," Jon asked me. "Think the lucky bastard will be fucking her tight pussy later on, do you?" I shrugged my shoulders and grinned at him. I hoped he wasn't going to though. Fuck the girl that is. I was happily married myself but still somewhat jealous. Well --- She was an exceptionally pretty little dark haired beauty, with flashing dark eyes that must have been sending the city type crazy. "Well if he's not going to, then I'd like to," chuckled Jon, his attention firmly on the girl by then. "Look at them pointy little tits Neil. She can't have a bra on man. That bastard's looking down her top. He must be able to see most of her tits from where he's standing. If she leans forward any more she'll fall out of that dress." He was right! Now I was jealous. "She damn well knows it as well," Jon carried on with enthusiasm, twisting on his seat to be able to watch her more easily. "See how she shifted on her stool then to give him a better view?" He was right again. The cheeky cow really had! Now I was really, really jealous. "Not very big tits though Jon," I commented rather pointlessly, trying to .... Well to ... Shit, I don't know! "More than I could get into my mouth Neil," Jon shot back at me, so obviously lost in the potential seduction that was taking place, right there in front of us. "Closer to the bone, then the sweeter the meat; isn't that one of your English sayings Neil?" "Not the point Jon," I insisted, getting more and more hot under the collar. "That damn women is married for Christ sake. She's got a wedding ring on. Some poor bastard is being cuckolded here." "Bloody hell Neil," my Swedish colleague reacted in surprise. "Don't get so damn serious man. She's only flirting with the guy after all; she's not fucking him!" "Not yet," I commented dryly. "Not yet." I'd never been unfaithful to my wife Annie in the five years we'd been married, or before that, for that matter. But looking at the sexy little creature sat there at the bar with all that leg and Christ knows what else showing, then I could perhaps understand how easy it might be. "As I said before my English friend," Jon answered calmly, his eyes never leaving her. "If he doesn't take her to his bed tonight, then I'd be more than willing." "And your dinner with old man Thomas?" I teased him, my eyes watering as I took courage and knocked back the last of his bloody Scandinavian knock out juice. "Maybe he'll settle for a quick sandwich," Jon laughed back. "By then she may have left with someone else," I pointed out. "You're probably right," he conceded. "Either that or her husband will turn up." With that, he shrugged his shoulders, stood up with hardly a trace of a stagger, considering how much he'd drunk, and with a handshake, somewhat reluctantly strolled out of the bar. I couldn't help but notice the girl twist her head to watch him as he strolled casually out of the bar. So she had noticed us ------ Or at least him. It also became pretty evident that the city type wasn't progressing with the girl. She wasn't ignoring him or being rude, just not laughing at his jokes any more. Bored with him I supposed. I thought I'd sit there a little longer to see how long it took him to take the hint. To be honest, my head was spinning so much by then, that staying sat down was by far the best option. About five minutes it took. City type must have got a bit ambitious and put his hand on her bare thigh, but the girl immediately grabbed it and removed it, her whole body language making it obvious that he was wasting his time. Then with a flurry of arms he made his excuses and wandered off as well, leaving me wondering how long it would be before some other stud would take his place. Right! Remember, I'd had a few to drink that night. Big breath ----- straighten my tie ----- quick adjustment down there -- you know what I mean, and I went for it. "Hi," I started, as I plonked my bottom down on the stool beside her. "Can I get you a drink?" "I've got one already," came the hasty reply. Hasty, but not too unfriendly. "Do you come here often?" I asked, trying not to laugh. Blimey, I've always wanted to say that corny phrase, and never had the opportunity, and at least it earned me a giggle from the young lady. "Who was your friend?" She carried on. Not exactly what one would want to hear. "His name's Jon," I told her. "Swedish. We've just agreed a deal together." "Is that why you're late?" She demanded a touch angrily. "Is that why you're half drunk?" "I'm not late Annie," I told my lovely wife. "I sent you a text to say I was held up." "No you didn't Neil. I've been sat out in the lobby for forty minutes waiting for you." "Check your phone," I suggested. "I promise you I did send it." She did. I had. She was apologetic. I was half forgiven. Forgiven for being late, but not for the somewhat inebriated state that she'd found me in. "So that's the famous Swede you've been on about all week is it?" "That's him," I confirmed. "Nice!" She teased me. "Why didn't you introduce me?" "You seemed too tied up with Mr. City Type," I pointed out. "We were taking bets about whether you'd go off with him." Annie laughed and gave a shrug, treating me to the view that Mr. City Type had just been enjoying. Jon was right sure enough, and he must have had a good view down the opening in her flimsy dress, right down to her left nipple and beyond, in fact. My wife was a bit of a tease at the best of times, and I knew she loved to flirt. That was OK though. That was one of the things I liked about her, and if I hadn't then I wouldn't have married the woman. I slid niftily off my stool, only to miss my footing and find myself crashing into the side of the bar. "You are drunk Neil," Annie accused me. "How could you get into this state when you're supposed to be taking me out?" "Sonny Arry," I heard myself saying, as I swayed slightly. "Sorry. I meant to say sorry .... Eh .... " "Sorry Annie," my wife helped me out. "I should think so to. What a state you're in." All I could do, was grin back at her, as my head span round and round. "Well I don't much fancy spending the evening with you in this state," she told me, and my head stopped spinning, but the room around me started turning. Slowly, but it was most disconcerting. I couldn't think what to say, but I was saved by the bell. "Well my friend," I heard from behind me. "You're a dark horse." A huge smile had formed on my wife's face, and even before I turned round, I knew that Jon had returned. "So what happened to Johnson?" I asked, trying to focus on him as I turned. "Hasn't he turned up?" "He's running late," the big Swede dismissed my comment with a sweep of his hand. "I've rearranged our meeting for lunch tomorrow, so I thought I'd pop back to see if this beautiful young lady was still here." "Jon, this is Annie," I relented with a sigh. "Annie, this is Jon." "Pleased to meet you Annie," he responded smoothly, taking her slim hand in his great bear like paw and kissing the back of it. "Such a lovely name." Very continental! The kiss lasted just that tiny bit longer than it needed to have done. "I'm very pleased to meet you Jon," my wife whispered huskily, turning to face him as he perched on the stool the other side of her, her silky dress riding even further up her shapely bare thighs and the welcoming gap in the front of her dress transferring in his direction. "I was just asking this gentleman here about you." Pardon! 'This gentleman?' Did I hear that right? "Sorry," Annie said, twisting in her seat half towards me, grinning from ear to ear at me. "I don't think I caught your name." Pardon! Now I did hear that right. I found myself sobering up rather quickly. "Neil," I blurted out without thinking. "My name's ... eh ..... Neil." "Hi Neil," she greeted me. "Nice to meet you as well of course." But that didn't stop her twisting back to face Jon, bare thighs and exposed cleavage and all. And so it went on .... "What are you doing here in England?" "What's a lovely lady like you doing out on her own?" "How long are you here for?" "I'm busy this evening, but perhaps ....." Yes, I sat there like a wally, feeling excluded and humiliated, as my wife played the mating game with the Swede, him totally unaware that it was my wife Annie that he was chatting up, and her paying me back for drinking too much. What do you do? Talk about a spare prick in a chip shop! The pair of them were flirting and giggling with one another, and staring into one another's eyes, while I sat there looking at Annie's back. It was a nice slim back and her dress plunged so low that it confirmed she didn't have a bra on, though the view from the front had already made that somewhat unnecessary. But it was still a back, and not at all what I wanted. Why should that Swedish bugger get to stare down at her tits, when all I got was the back? That's right! I knew she was only teasing me, but I was getting a bit pissed off. She was pushing this too far. My head was still far from clear, but I sure got the message that she was paying me back for being a bit drunk when I was supposed to be taking her out. Then the bitch leant forward to pat Jon on the arm after he'd said something to amuse her. Jon's eyes dipped down a little and stayed there, his eyebrows raising a little at what he saw. The bugger was looking straight down the top of her dress as it gaped open, and though I couldn't see them from where I was sitting, I knew that dress well enough and just knew that he was staring at her exposed breasts, nipples and all. They weren't very big, but what was there was near perfect. High, rounded and full, thrusting out like pairs, with long pink nipples that I knew would be hard. Not the only bloody thing, no doubt! The Swede was making no effort to hide what he was looking at, and Annie was making it equally obvious that she knew, and wasn't objecting. My stomach began churning. Fuck the order and the bonus; this was just too much to bear. I usually quite enjoyed her flirting a bit, and even flashing a bit of body off from time to time. But this was different! When he reached out and casually placed his hand quite deliberately half way up her bare thigh, I'd had enough. When he left it there and she made no move to discourage him then I'd had more than enough. "Jon!" I cried out, a little louder than I'd meant to. "Didn't you have something to finalise on those specs tonight?" "That can wait," Jon growled, his big thick fingers tracing ever enlarging circles on the soft, smooth bare skin of my wife's bare smooth thigh." "Oh, I don't want to keep you from something important," spoke up Annie at last, reaching down to put her hand over his, as the tips of his fingers just began to touch the hem of her dress, surely no more than an inch or so from her panties. She'd stopped him advancing further, but still made no attempt to push his hand away from where it had come to rest. He'd already progressed further than Mr City Type had. "What do you think Nigel?" She teased me, glancing back over her shoulder at me. "Should Jon here go and do his homework, or stay here and keep me company?" "It's Neil!" I corrected her, holding my temper. "My name's Neil and Jon has some work to do so that we can sign an important contract tomorrow." I emphasised the word 'contract' to make it clear to her that it was important, apart from the fact that I wanted his hand off her thigh. "Is that right Jon?" Annie asked girlishly turning back to him and deliberately leaning forward to give him an even better view down the front of her dress. "This contract with Nigel is important, is it?" "It's Neil!" I almost shouted, though I don't know why. The cow knew what my name was. All Jon did was smirk and nod his head in agreement. "You must be someone really important then Jon," Annie giggled girlishly. "I just love powerful men." Oh, what a load of bullshit! "How about we go and sit down over there in the corner Annie?" Jon proposed to my wife, indicating the private little corner where we'd been sitting earlier. Annie glanced briefly in my direction, her eyes not visibly registering any recognition. "Sure Jon," she answered at last, sliding seductively off her stool, her flimsy dress riding up even further to expose even more of her thigh, and a quick but very clear flash of white panties. She took Jon's proffered arm, smiled at him suggestively and allowed him to lead her over towards the other table. "Get another round of drinks in my friend," demanded Jon, not so much as even looking at me. "Make mine a double please Nigel," sang out my wife, as she allowed herself to be led off, Jon's hand sliding around her slim waist, and threatening to explore even lower. "It's not Nigel, it's Neil," I muttered through gritted teeth. What was the point? Nobody was listening. Oh shucks! I wish I hadn't drunk so much. ---------------- I ordered the drinks and went over to join them, having added an extra Scandinavian jungle juice to Jon's order, to try to stunt his activities. It didn't work out. It never does, does it? By the time I got over to the corner the pair of them were sitting side by side, Jon's arm arranged casually round her shoulder and his finger tips dangling threateningly, inches from slipping down inside the gap in her dress. "Here's your drink Jon," I announced, slamming it down onto the table in front of him, and glaring angrily at my wife as I passed hers to her. "Thanks Nigel," she giggled, and the pair of them burst out laughing at my expense. "Weren't you supposed to be meeting your wife this evening?" demanded Jon, obviously hinting that it was time I disappeared and left him to continue his seduction. "My wife's apparently already found something else to entertain her tonight," I all but spat out, which obviously went over the top of Jon's head, but caused Annie to glare at me uncertainly. At which point I decided to up the anti a little. I know I should have told Jon the truth right there and then, and we could no doubt have laughed it off and maybe even gone and had dinner together or something. But calling me Nigel all the time and playing up to him the way she had was more than I deserved for having a few drinks too many. And damn it how do you explain to your biggest customer ever that the sexy little temptress who had been flashing her bare tits at him, was actually in fact your darling wife? Christ, how could she have got me into this impossible situation? "No rush to go now," I carried on, taking my place the other side of Annie and quite deliberately placing my hand firmly half way up her bare thigh. "D'you think you can handle two of us?" I was confident that my move would frighten the life out of her and the startled look Annie gave me confirmed that it was the last thing she'd expected. 'Get out of that!' I thought to myself as I glared straight back at her, daring her to find a quick solution to the predicament that she'd got us into. No Longer My Problem That of course is where it all went so wrong, as Jon had no idea what was going on between us two, and Jon was not the sort of guy that let the grass grow under his feet. "Well how about that Annie?" He chuckled at her, as without more ado the Swede closed in even closer to his prey, his hand sliding down from where it had been hovering not just coming to rest on her breast, but sliding inside the top of her dress as it did so. Shit! Was that my fault? Annie let out a gasp of surprise and stared at me open mouthed, her shock so obvious, but probably no more so than mine. We both sat there paralyzed by shock, unable to react even when Jon took Annie's reaction as an acceptance of what he'd done. I watched in horror as the big Swede shoved his hand further down my wife's dress, cupping her bare breast in his hand and giving it a squeeze. "Beautiful," he crooned, leaning in and giving her a kiss on the neck." So soft and yet so firm." "Jon," I started to remonstrate with him, though it came out as little more than a croak. "I don't think..." "Come on Neil," he encouraged me. "Don't disappoint the little lady." "Neil," sobbed Annie plaintively. "Do something." "Come on Neil," Jon encouraged me, completely misunderstanding her meaning. "You heard her, she's desperate for it man." With that he slid her dress off one shoulder and I fell silent as her beautiful, small but full left breast emerged slowly into view. Stunning! Stunned! The fight, what there was of it, deserted me, presented as I was by one plump little bare breast out on display for us and anyone else who happened to walk by to admire, and the other being mauled by the Swede. It was then that I realised that Annie had stopped objecting and had thrown her head back, her eyes tightly shut. Her groan, even half cut off as it was, if I hadn't already suspected it, gave the game away. Her exposed nipple, though small and pinkish, was as rock hard as I'd ever seen it. What to do? I was lost, confused, angry, humiliated, defeated, outwitted, excited.... Excited? Even as I tried to understand that emotion, my hand snaked forward by its own volition, the tips of my shaking fingers brushing the very tip of my wife's hard nipple, snatching it back as Annie jumped at my touch, another even louder gasp escaping from between her lips. "That's it Neil," Jon laughed quietly. "She's loving it. Help me get her stripped off a bit more." "No Jon," I tried to stall him, though my hand had found its own way back to fondle her breast. "It's not right. We can't." Only then did I notice that Jon's hand had deserted her breast and had found its way under the flimsy skirt of her dress, and forced my wife's legs apart. "For God's sake Jon," I implored him desperately. "We can't do this. It's not right." "You're right Neil," he replied to my relief, though alas, it was short lived. "Let's get this lovely young thing up to my room before someone spots us and we're thrown out." The objection that I was about to make was cut off as Annie opened those big lustrous dark eyes of hers and held my gaze, her inner lust shining brightly through. "Please Neil," she pleaded simply, as she opened her thighs wider still, sliding down the seat to give the invading hand easier access. "Please." ----------------------- Quite how we got from there over to the lifts is a bit clouded in my memory, and since when we got there both of Annie's tits were still out on public display, quite how we even got there without being accosted, I really don't know. I was aware of the lift going 'ding', the doors opening, and two middle aged guys getting out and stopping dead in their tracks, their eyes glued to Annie's bare breasts. Jon bundled her in, closely followed by me, still in a daze. "Sorry boys," Jon told the two guys as they went to get back into the lift to join us, holding his huge paw up to warn them off. "Private party I'm afraid." The doors whooshed shut on two very disappointed looking business men, as Jon pulled my wife to him and the pair of them went into a tight clinch, Annie throwing her arms round Jon's neck and almost crawling up him as her lips sought out his. It simply didn't seem real, like a dream. This wasn't something that was happening to me; not to us. That wasn't my wife clutching wildly at another man, as his hands reached under the back of her dress and lifted it up to her waist and above, her tiny blue panties hardly adequate to cover that cute round arse of hers. That tiny slim waist looking impossibly small against his great hands as the dress rose even higher. And higher! It was as if I was watching some film, except that it wasn't on the TV or on at the movies. It wasn't really happening so I didn't have to worry about the consequences. In a dream I reached for the back of Annie's dress, knowing that as flimsy and revealing as it had proved to be earlier, that if I flicked that single clasp undone, then the dress would surely cease to function as one. Click. I held my breath as the metal clasp slid apart in my hand, and stood back as I watched in awe, appalled at what I'd just done, as the flimsy scrap of slinky material that had once been a dress slowly but surely unfolded from Annie's slim, firm, young body. The straps on her shoulders released from their bonds disappearing as the dress slipped down, only held up because the pair of them were in such a tight embrace. Then Jon, by accident or design, eased her away from him, holding her at arms length to admire her, his smile turning into a wide predatory grin as her dress, now released, fell silently to the ground, ending in a surprisingly small puddle at her feet. "My God woman," he gasped his eyes greedily eating her up, as she stood there in nothing but her miniscule panties and high heels. "You're even more beautiful than I expected." "Thank you," Annie whispered back in reply, fluttering those long natural eyelashes at him, the blush in her cheek visible even from my viewpoint. Ding Whoosh And thank Christ that nobody was waiting on that floor for the lift. "Don't forget her dress Neil," Jon reminded me as he half led and half carried my near naked Annie, out of the lift and down the thickly carpeted corridor. 'As if I would have forgotten the damn thing,' I thought to myself as I stooped to retrieve it, though Annie, it would appear, was well beyond worrying about such mundane things as Jon whisked her along to his room. Those damn key card things never seem to work for me till I've made two or three attempts, but Jon had his door open and the pair of them in so fast, that it nearly closed before I managed to grab it and follow them. I followed the pair of them straight through the living area of Jon's executive suite, and straight through to his bedroom. I then stood there and watched them. Then sat down and watched them. Watched as the two of them explored one another, though in reality it was mostly Jon's hands that were making the discoveries, as Annie cooed and gasped and made all those little sounds that I'd grown to know so well. You're probably wondering how I felt watching them. Well..... Sort of empty..... Devoid of any deep emotion. It was as if I was watching some disaster about to happen, but was unable to do anything to prevent it. Too far away, or too late maybe. Just sitting there and waiting for it to happen. I wonder if the Captain of the Titanic felt like that? I doubt if he suffered from the erection that I hadn't been able to get rid of since we'd been in the bar. By then Jon had his shirt off and was trying to slide her panties down her thighs. I noted, almost absently, that although Annie was more than willing to let him get his hands inside her panties, and his fingers, by the look of it, inside her for that matter, she was pretty desperately clinging onto her panties. She was doing it playfully, with lots of laughter and giggling, and they weren't always where they should have been, but each time he managed to get them down to her knees, she pushed his hands away and she snatched them right back up again. What was that about? "Jon sweetie," she said to him eventually, when he began to show the first signs of frustration, the game, though fun, lasting somewhat longer than he would wish for. "Give me a moment to cool down will you please." "You're not going to clam up on me are you?" He demanded firmly, but keeping any signs of anger in check. "I hope you're not some cock tease." "It's not that Jon, I promise you," she replied huskily. "This is all just a bit quick and I've got all hot and flustered and I need a few moments to get my thoughts together." "Then we'll fuck?" "Maybe. Probably," my wife replied with only a touch of hesitation. "I'm parched Jon. Any chance of a drink?" "There's a fridge full of drinks in the other room," he informed her. "What do you fancy?" "Something long." "I've got something long here in my trousers for you Annie," he joked, grinning at her. "Something long and soft and cold and in a glass please," she quipped back. "Sounds painful," he continued the joke, still grinning, but stood up to go and get the drink for her. "Get something for Neil while you're there Jon," Annie asked him, the first recognition from her that I even existed since we'd left the bar. At least she hadn't called me Nigel. "Neil?" questioned Jon, looking round in surprise, hardly covering that he'd so obviously forgotten that I was even there by asking what I wanted. "A cup of tea please Jon," Annie answered for me. "He'll have a cup of tea." "Tea Neil?" he glared at me more in puzzlement than anything. "Wouldn't you rather have a beer?" "He'll have a cup of tea Jon," Annie beat me to it. "If he's got to drive home soon, then he doesn't need any more beer." "Right Annie," Jon smiled at her, the implications that she was expecting me to be leaving soon not lost on him. "Tea it is." ---------------------- "Tea. Bloody tea," I whispered angrily at my wife, the situation that we'd found ourselves in fully sinking in at last, as the effects of far too much beer and his damn firewater at long last began to disappear perhaps. "What's this about me going off home? What the hell do you think you're playing at Annie?" "It'll take him longer to make it," she regally informed me. "We need to talk and we need to talk fast, but it'll give us a few moments more." "I see," I responded, just a little bit mollified. "But what the hell do you think you're playing at?" "Never mind that," she dismissed my demands. "What's done is done and we've only got two options. One is that you admit to him that I'm your wife and that this is all a mistake. Can you do that Neil? You could lose this order and maybe your job. Can you do that, Can we risk you losing your job?" "And the commission," I mumbled; "Not easy. No, I don't think I want to do that. What's the other option?" "Quite simple Neil," she smiled at me slightly sadly. "We go through with it, or rather I do." "I can't expect you to do that Annie," I exploded, forgetting for the moment that we were supposed to be whispering. "I couldn't make you to do that." "Who says you'd have to make me?" she asked, the fire in her beautiful eyes suddenly returning. "It wouldn't exactly be a hardship for me." "Why can't you just say you've changed your mind," I piped up with suddenly realising there was a third option. "Tell him you got carried away and can't cheat on your husband and you have to leave and go home to him." "I can't do that Neil," she glared at me. "That's not an option." "Why not?" I challenged her. "It's the best option by far." "Ok," Annie replied calmly. "It may be an option but you vetoed the first one, so I'm vetoing that one." "You're kidding me," I spat out in surprise. "I'm deadly serious Neil," she retorted. "But he'll expect to let him fuck you," I reminded her, having difficulty to keep my voice down. "I guess he will," she answered, trying, but not entirely succeeding, in keeping the smile off her face. We wasted a few moments of our precious time as we stared at one another in silence. "Maybe we'd better take the first option after all Annie," I spoke up at last. "Please don't," she pleaded, a look of desperation on her face. "If I hadn't called him off a few moments ago, then he would have fucked me and you wouldn't have stopped him would you." "That was different Annie," I claimed. "I was confused." "Please honey," she whimpered, coming over to me and taking my hand and placing it firmly on her firm breast. "Just this once and I'll never ask again. It won't make any difference to how much I love you, I promise." "I don't know Annie. I'm confused," I splurted out, the urgency of the situation bought to the fore as we both heard the kettle starting to boil in the next room. "Please honey. Just say it's OK. I beg of you, just say yes." "I can't Annie," I all but sobbed back at her, in my confusion, wanting desperately to show my love and give her what she so wanted, but unable to bring myself to say it. Hell yes; the erection that I'd been sporting for so long by then that it was beginning to get painful wasn't helping. "Please Neil, please," she begged me. "Just this once. Just tell me it's OK." "It's too much to ask Annie. If you're going to do it, then damn well do it, but don't ask me to tell you it's OK." "But you'll still love me honey won't you." "I suppose so. Yes of course I will Annie," I responded, my mind reeling at my total loss of control. Control that some deep foreign feeling in my gut was overwhelming. "Then prove it Neil," she whispered. "I wouldn't let him pull my panties down honey." "I know," I groaned. "I saw you fighting him." "I want you to remove them for me sweetie," she stunned me with. "Prove you love me honey. Take my panties down for Jon." "I can't Annie," I pleaded with her, the sweat running down from my brow almost blinding me. "Do it damn the pair of you, but don't ask me to do that." "Please Neil," she sobbed. "Help me." --------------------- "Here we are," announced Jon, surprisingly jovial as he waltzed back into the bedroom. One tea, one coke and a beer for me and ........ Oh shit!" The 'Oh shit!' was reserved for me I guess, as he watched me as I slid Annie's panties down the last few inches to her ankles, and then held on to them as she stepped daintily out of them. I balled them up and stuck them in my pocket, the thought striking me that they took up even less space than the dress had done. "I see that Neil has had more success than I had," he remarked with a mock, pained look on his face. "Doesn't mean that you can't take advantage of it," Annie teased him, turning to face him, her high heels only emphasising how otherwise naked she was, her neatly trimmed little dark landing strip openly exposed and on offer to him for the first time. The pained look soon disappeared as she giggled aloud and skipped a couple of steps over to him and threw herself into his arms, almost spilling the drinks that he was trying to put down. He grabbed her and picked her up as if she'd been a doll, firstly giving her tits a quick suck and then burying his face down between her legs, as Annie threw her arms and head back in complete supplication, offering her naked body to him. He then dropped her roughly onto the bed, her tits, small as they may have been, bouncing wildly as she laughed and wriggled around to make herself comfortable, ending up with her arms above her head and her legs spread wide apart, those flashing dark eyes of hers, glowing with lust and longing. If there'd been any more foreplay then it might have ended differently. I may have lost my nerve, or perhaps gained it. I might have stopped them, or I might have joined in. But Jon didn't hesitate, pulling off his remaining clothes and grabbing Annie by the legs, dragging her towards him and without further ado thrusting his hard cock straight inside her. Hard, thrusting, straight in right up to the hilt in one urgent push, causing Annie to scream out loud in pain, or was it pleasure? I actually had the dubious pleasure of seeing his cock actually enter her, and as it did so it was as if he'd stuck a sword into my gut. Then as that moment the voyeuristic pleasure that was all I was getting out of it melted away, and I realised what a fool I had been. From what I could see he wasn't noticeably any larger than me, but certainly no smaller either. But what he did have was apparently boundless energy and staying power, which he used to fuck my pretty young wife long and hard. "Oh God ..... Oh God ..... Oh God," she repeated over and over again, each cry escaping her lips in time with his hard thrusts. Her cries reached a crescendo and became one long cry of ecstasy as she reached her first orgasm, all these things familiar to me up till that point, except, I couldn't help notice, that it all happened so much quicker. If Annie expected Jon to slow down, to give her a chance to get her breath back as I would have done, then it simply didn't happen as he continued to ram his hard cock in without a break. As I watched the look of surprise on Annie's face change to one of pleasure, and I felt my heart breaking as I realised that the Swede had already taken my wife, in just those few minutes, to a place that I had never managed in five years of marriage. All I could do was sit there in silence, watching as Jon gave Annie the fucking of her life, knowing that in another twenty years of marriage, it was something that I'd never be able to match. Something that she would probably remember every time I tried. Hoping and praying that Jon would finish soon as I watched my wife being reduced to a quivering, sweating wreck, her orgasms, if that's what they still were, being signalled by one long continuous inhuman squeal. Jon had long since forgotten me and Annie was way beyond remembering that I existed. My presence was no longer required, so when I couldn't stand watching any longer as he reduced my wife to a babbling incoherent rag doll, I stood, took one last sad look, and walked unhappily into the other room, closing the door behind me. Even there I couldn't shut out the cries and screams from the bedroom, the best I could manage being to bury my head under a cushion as I fought to keep the sounds out and my tears at bay. Oh fuck, what had I done? ----------------- I can't remember actually falling asleep on the sofa, only eventually being vaguely aware of Annie's cries reducing to a whimper. I did fall asleep eventually, but only to be woken up some time later, and treated to another verbal bout of screams and cries from the bedroom as the pair of them went at it again. Not so long that time, but no less painful, anymore than the third time was, just as the dawn was breaking through. What a God damned bloody awful night! ------------------------ After the third, and thankfully shorter session had finished, I lay there feeling so miserable, watching as the sky outside got slowly lighter. Eventually I saw no point in trying to sleep any more and dragged myself off the sofa, rubbing the sleep, or was it the remains of my tears away. The bedroom was silent, and I stood there staring at the door, hating it, but unable to clear my mind of what I had both heard and seen. Wondering if I'd ever be able to wipe those memories away. I didn't have to do it, and I knew deep down that I shouldn't have, but I found myself sneaking quietly up to the damn door, reaching out, and carefully and quietly turning the handle. The sight inside turned my stomach, but even so it took me several minutes to tear myself away. They were both fast asleep, Jon flat on his back and my naked wife splayed out on top of him, her lovely slim form looking so tiny and childlike up against his bulk, her, oh so cute face still holding the smile of utter contentment at what she had experienced. No Longer My Problem I closed the door on the scene and stood there wondering what the hell I could do, knowing that my nightmare of the previous night would only be worse if I was still there when they awoke. I couldn't face them, especially Annie. I fled, leaving a hastily scribbled note to Jon that I'd see him later that morning at the office, even the thought of signing that juicy contract failing to lift my spirits. I went home, showered and changed my clothes, expecting any minute to get a call or at least a text or whatever from Annie. I don't know what I expected her to say to me. That she was OK, she was on her way home, she was sorry, that she still loved me? I simply didn't know, but it made no difference because no call came. It didn't help to wonder why she hadn't called, because the only answer I came up with was that she was otherwise occupied. ------------------- I was welcomed at the office like a returning hero, news of the new contract having been bought back by old Thomas, after his telephone call with Jon the previous night. I smiled and did my best, claiming, not entirely falsely, that I'd had a heavy night with Jon and I was suffering from a hangover. Even old Thomas the supercilious sod grinned and patted me on the back instead of lecturing me like he normally would have done. The morning started to pass and still no sign of Jon, my pain not helped when news of him eventually arrived. "That was Jon Sonder on the phone Neil," Thomas informed me as he breezed into my office. "You two did have some fun last night by all accounts didn't you." "We did have a bit to drink," I admitted warily, hoping against hope that Jon hadn't spilled too many beans. "It's Ok Neil, you're secret's safe with me," the old bugger assured me with a wink, sending my hopes tumbling. "That lovely young wife of yours won't hear about what you two got up to last night from me." "I didn't do anything," I mumbled, not knowing what else to say. "Not what Sonder just told me," he chuckled heartily. "Apparently the pretty young thing the pair of you picked up last night was a hot little slut. Her husband didn't turn up for their date so she let the pair of you make it up to her." "It wasn't like that," I started my defence, unsure how to continue. "Sounded like that," he butted in. "No," I stammered uncertainly. "It wasn't the husband. It wasn't like that at all." "Oh!" Thomas regarded me thoughtfully. "Are you telling me that this girl was ..... Well, was a professional? If she was, then the company will cover the cost, so don't worry about that." "No. No, it wasn't that either," I told him, and his relief was evident. "It was .... She was ..... Oh damn it. I guess Jon's version was about right. Where the hell is he by the way?" "Said he'd be in later on this afternoon," my boss took some obnoxious delight in telling me. "Apparently the little darling is insatiable. Wore him out last night after you'd had your share and gone and woke up this morning begging him for more." "After I'd had my share?" I repeated in surprise. "It's OK Neil," the old bastard grinned at me. "I told you; your secret's safe with me. Your wife will never find out what happened last night." "You're sure?" I asked desolately. "Of course I'm sure," he snickered. What could I say? --------------------- Lunchtime came but I couldn't face eating, and still no contact from Annie, and there was no bloody way that I was going to ring her first. Middle of the afternoon and I got called up to Thomas's office, and when I walked in, there he was, Jon, sat there with a satisfied looking grin on his face. "Neil," he greeted me with. "Where did you get to? We were having such fun. Why did you leave?" "You seem to have it covered Jon," I told him, forcing a smile to my face. "Damn right I did," he laughed, clapping old Thomas on the back and nearly sending him sprawling. "Such a tight pussy and she couldn't get enough. Jeeeeez Neil, I come looking for you this morning to give me a break. I've had some hot women in my time, but she just about drained me." "Where is she now?" I asked, trying to keep it casual like while all the time I was burning up inside. "Still back at the hotel," the big Swede chuckled, his eyes swivelling back and forth between us, to see our reaction. "She didn't seem to want to leave." "But you said she was married didn't you?" Old Johnson asked. "What about her husband?" "Bugger him," Jon laughed out loud. "If he can't keep her satisfied then who am I to worry about it?" "What about if he finds out," I threw into the mix. "So what if he does," Jon threw back. "Stupid bugger shouldn't let a hot piece of skirt like that out on her own." I couldn't bring myself to make any further comment, and sat there tight lipped, trying to keep my temper in check as I fumed away inside. Meanwhile, Johnson, the dirty old sod, continued to pump away at Jon for even more salacious tit bits, and the Swede was more than happy to provide him with his second hand excitement. "Time's getting on gents," I managed to break in when I couldn't take it any longer. "Are we going to sort out this contract or not?" "Right," agreed my boss. "I've got the draft right here. Perhaps we should go through it and make any changes before we involve the legal guys." "Fine," Jon consented. "I've been through it with my guys before I came over, and there's just a few points that we need to clear, so I can take it with me when I fly home tomorrow morning." Only took an hour or so, but somehow the elation of agreeing my biggest order ever simply wasn't there. The money would be, eventually, but the pleasure remained stilted. "I'll be taking your leave then gentleman," Jon announced once the work was done, in his oddly old fashioned English. "I've got that little hottie still waiting back there for me." "Don't over do it Jon," Thomson warned him with a smile. "Don't want to miss your flight." "That's right," he grinned at us. "You two want to come back with me to give me a hand?" I nearly crapped myself. Apart from anything else, Johnson knew my wife. We didn't move in the same social circles of course, but he'd met her several times at company functions. How would I explain that? I felt panic setting in and it got worse when Thomson started making interested noises. Oh, he was interested OK, and if Jon had been serious then he would have gone for it. "Not me," I almost shouted. "After last night I've got some making up to do with my wife. Not quite the truth but there was some spark of it there. "You're right Neil," butted in Jon. "You two are English and married so I shouldn't tempt you." Johnson agreed with the Swede, but I didn't miss the nasty look he threw me. ------------------- With a fixed grin on my face, I shook Jon's hand, telling him I looked forward to his next visit in a couple of weeks time, and walked with him down to the entrance lobby to our offices to see him off. Once he'd gone, I darted back to the privacy of my office, grabbed my phone and did what I'd vowed I wouldn't do. I phoned Annie. Didn't do me any good though, because it went to voicemail. In desperation I searched through my papers, quickly finding the details of Jon's hotel, urgently trying to speak to Annie before Jon got back to her. An ultimatum was in order, and I wasn't going to back down. Much as I might have wanted to, I couldn't put the whole blame on my wife for the nightmare that had taken place the previous night, and I was still feeling guilt about the erection that I'd not been able to get rid of. Some forgiveness might eventually be in order, but she had to leave there right now. When the hotel answered, I asked to speak to room number 342, praying that I'd remembered the number correctly. "Hi, is that you Jon," my loving wife answered after just three rings. "Are you going to be long?" "No it isn't Annie," I screamed down the phone. "It's your bloody husband. Why the hell haven't you rang me? What the hell got into you last night?" "Oh Neil, I'm so glad you rang," she cried back, but seemed to run out of steam, unable to come up with a reason why she should be. "Jon's on his way back to the hotel right now Annie," I carried on, my tone still angry. "Get your bloody arse out of that hotel room and meet me back at home." "I can't honey," she surprised me with. "You damned well better," I yelled back. "If your not back home in the hour then our marriage is finished." "But I can't Neil," she sobbed back, pretty obviously genuinely upset. "You know why I can't." "I know nothing of the sort Annie. What's stopping you?" "Clothes," she sobbed quietly. "Clothes," I shouted back. "Yes clothes," she whimpered. "I haven't got any. I can't come home in the nude." "Where the hell are they," I demanded, but even as she told me she didn't know, it dawned on me exactly where they were. All she'd worn last night was her skimpy dress and even skimpier panties, and they were in my jacket pocket where I'd put them last night. And my jacket? That was back at home where I'd discarded it when I'd gone home to get changed. Shit! "What shall I do Neil?" Annie pleaded with me. "What have you got on now?" I asked in despair. "Nothing," she answered. "I've been in the nude all day." "Hasn't Jon got a shirt or something that you, could put on?" I came up with a solution. "I hadn't thought of that," she replied with relief. "I'll go and look." She put the phone down, and it all went silent as no doubt she went into the bedroom to search through his things. I started to calm down and was congratulating myself, when I heard a door slam, followed by Jon's loud deep voice calling out to Annie, to ask where she was. "Now that's the sort of welcome a man likes to get when he gets back from a hard day at the office," I next heard him chuckle. "All unwrapped and ready for it." There was no more talk, though I did hear some unsettling noises, then it all went dead as I heard the phone connection click shut. Shit! -------------------------- I sat in my office wondering what to do. Should I try to ring back, go over there and break it up or just shoot myself. Stupid idea as with my luck I'd probably miss. Though it seemed unlikely, I gathered my stuff together and made my way home, just in case Annie somehow or other was on her way there. As I said it was unlikely, and that proved to be true. Annie didn't come back that afternoon, and by midnight that night there was still no sign of her. As far as I was concerned at that moment, our marriage was over. Brave words were ever thus spoken! I honestly expected to wake up in the morning on my own, but events proved me to be wrong. Lord only knows what time it actually was, but the sun was up and filtering through the drawn curtains as my brain received messages galore that something was afoot. Annie had only twice before in our marriage woken me up that way, and it took me some time for it to sink in that something very pleasant was happening to my cock. By the time my brain started to clear I was already a bit too far into it and arguably I made the mistake of allowing it to continue. My next possible mistake was to follow that up by two hours of uninterrupted sex, and as we lay back both sated my mind was so totally confused that I couldn't bring myself to push her away, cuddled up all warm and comfortably against me as she was. "Wake up sleepy head," I heard, opening my eyes and looking up to see Annie there holding a cup of tea for me. "If you think that's going to excuse what you got up to, then you've got another damn think coming," I spat out at her. "I don't expect it will honey," she smiled nervously down at me. "But we do need to talk. Why don't you get a shower and I'll see you downstairs in a bit." And that folks is how we started to put our life back together, or at least at the beginning she did. At first I didn't want to know, which is probably no surprise to any of you, but she apologised profusely, spoiled me, made promises, cooked me my very favourite meals, wore clothes that I loved, offered me seemingly endless sex, and told me so often that she loved me, that eventually I believed her. She never really tried to explain what had come over her that night and the following day, and I never tried to understand it. Whether it was because I loved her or she was just so damn beautiful and sexy I don't know, but gradually we got back to somewhere near the relationship we used to have. Jon Sonder came back to the Uk to further our negotiations twice over the next couple of months, and Annie never showed any sign that she even knew he was here, and I steered clear of going out and drinking with him, which had led to the problems in the first place. My settled, happy life came to a crashing end the third afternoon of Jon's third visit. "Fancy a pint when we finish up here Neil," Jon asked as we poured over some drawings of the plant we were planning to build for him. "Maybe just a quick one," I replied, feeling like I really needed it. "Still got problems at home after the last time." "Good idea Neil," he sympathized with me, having no idea quite how central he had been in those problems. "Besides, I've got a hot date tonight." "Lucky bugger; who is she?" I asked, though maybe I shouldn't have, though it wouldn't have made much difference in the long run. "You remember Annie," he went on full of bravado. "The sexy little slut we both fucked a few months ago. The one who liked flashing her tits off and had those beautiful eyes?" "I remember," I choked out, not bothering to point out that I hadn't been involved in any of the fucking that went on. "Well I've been ringing her every time I've been back over," he proceeded to tell me. "She's been tempted, but her husband was mad at her for staying out all night, but at last she's relented." "You're seeing her tonight?" I asked in disbelief. "She's coming to my hotel," he smiled at me proudly. "If it's anything like last time, then I won't be fit for much tomorrow." "What about her husband?" I asked pathetically, stunned by what he'd told me. "What about him. He's not my problem," the Swede laughed. "If he can't keep her under control then it's not my fault." "I think I'd better give it a miss for that pint," I told him. "There's something I've got to do at home." We did carry on working for a while, but gave it up when we didn't seem to be achieving much, which was no surprise I guess. -------------- So there I was, back to square one, in fact probably a step or two further back. On my way back home I pondered how on earth Annie thought she could get away with it. How did she think that I wouldn't find out? It occurred to me that Jon might be making it all up, but brash that he was, he wasn't into bragging. I'd more or less worked out what I was going to say to Annie when I confronted her, and it wasn't going to be nice, but had the wind taken out of my sails when she opened the door to me as I walked down the path. "I guess he told you then," she said to me. "I thought he probably would." "You bitch," I snarled at her. "How could you?" "Come in honey. I've got a lot of explaining to do," Annie carried on calmly. "This is not quite what you think." Then she kissed me, yes kissed me the bitch. Only on the cheek but it was so natural. "He knows," she stated bluntly, staring at me intently. "Of course he bloody well knows, " I growled back at her. "He's been fucking you." "Not him, not Jon," Annie told me in exasperation. "I'm talking about that old bastard Johnson." "Johnson," I exclaimed in astonishment. "What the hell has he got to do with this?" "He found out Neil," my wife carried on. "I don't know how, but he found out that it was me that was the dark haired girl that Jon had been screwing." "How?" I found myself mumbling. "How could he have found out?' "I don't know Neil. But he did and now he's put us both on the spot." "Spot! What bloody spot?" Yer! Ok, I know. Pretty pathetic. "Sonder and Glosst have been backtracking a bit on signing the final order Neil," my lovely wife, who didn't even work for our company, glibly informed me, who did. "I had no idea," I was forced to admit. "How do you know?" "Johnson told me," she went on. "We met for lunch a few days ago while you were away up in Birmingham. He never actually admitted it, but it appears that Johnson tried to work a big chunk of cash into the deal. Not sure how much was involved but he was trying to get them to pay him some cash into some offshore account as part of the deal, but Jon told him to stuff it." "I'm not surprised," I reflected in little more than a whisper. "Jon and his company are hard nosed guys but pretty straight. I've always known Johnson was a wheeler and dealer, but I've never known he was that bent." "Whatever," Annie dismissed the ethics of my boss at a stroke. "If the deal falls through then we lose all that commission." "It's a lot of money Annie. But it's not the end of the world." "How about double commission?" "What!" "Double the commission honey," she smiled gleefully at me. "That's what Johnson offered me. It's a fortune." "You've lost me Annie." I replied, the edge of my anger blunted by the spiel she was giving me. "It's easy Neil," she continued on a roll. "Johnson's had a camera installed in Jon's room. I go there and spend the night having sex with him, and tomorrow Johnson confronts him with the evidence." "And then?" I asked, dumbfounded by what I was hearing. "We, or rather he threatens Jon that if he backs out of the deal, then we'll send the evidence to his wife. Johnson reckons that he'll cave in, because his wife's family own eighty percent of the company." "They do?" was my gobsmacked reply. I didn't know that, and was astonished to find out that my wife did. "Yes," she went on. "Her maiden name was Glosst, and when they got married, her family put the money up to allow Jon's little company to go international." Bloody hell! "And you really think this will work?" I asked, reflecting silently on the fact that Jon had told me in no uncertain terms, that he and his well-connected wife had been enjoying an open marriage for the last five years or so, and was well aware of what he got up to on his trips overseas. "It could," Annie replied a little less certainly. "But even if it doesn't, what have we lost? So I let him fuck me again, and after the last time, that's hardly going to be a hardship for me, is it." "Hardly," I agreed, my thoughts not actually coinciding with hers, if the truth were known. "It'll be fun actually," Annie admitted with a grin, not noticing that my enthusiasm for the venture in no way matched hers. "I'm actually looking forward to it." "I can imagine," I concurred, picking up her wrap and handing it to her. "You'd better put this on Annie, as with what you're wearing, you'll catch your death of cold." "It's pretty revealing isn't it," she giggled gleefully. "Do you think he'll like it?" "I'm sure Jon will love it," I assured her, though in fact the dress she had on hardly had enough material in it to fall in love with, even if it exposed enough of my wife to give him and anyone else around for that matter, palpitations. "See you later Neil," she threw over her shoulder as she swished down the drive to our car, her hips swinging, oh so sexily, only magnifying what I was going to be missing. "See you later," I answered under my breath. "Yes, a damn site lot later." -------------------- I sat there that evening, thinking about my marriage, or my marriage that had been. No Longer My Problem I'd always enjoyed the way Annie used to flirt and tease, and yes, I got a kick out of knowing that she was giving the odd risky flash of whatever to various guys who took her fancy. But I'd always genuinely thought that she'd been true to me, but as I sat there I had my doubts. How easily she'd ended up in Jon's bed when I hadn't acted quickly enough or sufficiently sensibly to stop her. The odd rumours and comments that I'd chosen to ignore over the years. That time that she'd gone missing for an hour or so at one of our company get togethers, and that Johnson, the old bastard, had promoted me the following week. Last year on holiday when she'd mysteriously got lost on that beach one night, and turned up later with those beach guards who had 'found' her. Her elder sister telling me to keep an eye on her when we'd announced our engagement, and not wished to expand on it. Nothing certain, and no proof previously, but now I had all the evidence I needed. And what about Jon? It gave me gut ache to think that as I sat there in our home, he was probably manhandling my naked wife. Touching her and sucking her, and yes, at some stage fucking her, while I sat there as miserable as sin on my own, a drink in my hand, toasting the end of my marriage. But of course it wasn't him that I had the problem with, not really. Sure, he was screwing Annie, knowing she was someone else's wife, but she was willing and he was free to do so. No, it was Annie herself and that bastard Johnson that my hate grew for. It was them two that had done me down. The question was though, what the hell could I do about it? ------------------- So you might wonder why I found myself some weeks later, sitting there in a virtually unknown city of over a million people, some four hours from Shanghai. Yes, I do mean that Shanghai. The one in China. Well you might well wonder, as I was wondering about how quickly my life had changed. "Price is within budget," the big blonde Swede grinned very widely at me, before taking another delicate sip of the cup of Chinese tea in front of him. "And the specification is spot on Jon," I laughed back at him, and taking a longer swig of my own. "And of course, delivery is now, not a problem." "Any further questions gentlemen?" I asked, politely to the group around us, a mixture of astute Chinese manufacturing specialists, British commercial bakers, and American whizz kids who were actually funding the deal. "We seem to have solved the technical worries to everyone's satisfaction." "I think we can consider it finalised," Mac, the tall rangy Texan sat beside me concluded. "I suggest we sign and be done with it." So we did. Believe it or not, all seventeen of us. "So what happened to your old company Neil?" Another of the Yanks asked me, as we waited for the last of the Chinese to sign. "They're in liquidation Henry," my new friend and banker Charles answered for me. "Once Jon gathered our recourses together and Neil here ironed out the Chinese's technical problems, then they lost the order and their bank withdrew funding." "Which bank was that?" "Which bank do you think?" Charles grinned at him. "But that's a load of workers out of work isn't it?" "Probably not," Charles explained, while I sat there with a smile on my face that the cat that got the cream couldn't have bettered. "We're backing Neil and Jon to buy the company from the receivers, and they're going to be assembling the parts manufactured here in China. We already have five other plants planned." "So you lot do the work and us Yanks rake in the profits eh?" he joked. "Oh my bank is very happy indeed with our share," Charles happily informed our American friend. "And young Neil here is heading towards being an extremely well off young man." "So everyone's happy then," rounded off the Yank, smiling. I smiled back. There was certainly one guy who wasn't, but after all, he'd never met that old bastard Johnson, who'd lost his company, so why should I spoil his day? ---------------------- "So, another drink before the girls get here," asked Jon, looking down at one of the other Yanks, Ted, and I, the only ones left in the bar after we'd celebrated. "Too late," replied Ted. "They've just arrived. They're coming over." "Are you sure these three are really junior managers in this Chinese outfit?" I queried, my eyes popping open at the three pretty, mini skirted, delicate, Chinese beauties who were heading our way. Their long lustrous black hair falling about their shoulders, and their strangely typical Chinese giggles of anticipation promising so much. "They seem a bit young." "Don't worry about it Neil," Jon assured me. "They're all graduate trainees, I'm assured, and this is all part of their management training, and I want the tall one." "I'll have the one with the big tits," butted in Ted. "Sounds OK to me. I'll settle for the one with the legs," I agreed, taking in the slim, shapely corker, with the biggest eyes I ever did see on the right, who, with the other two were going to be showing us the sights of the city that evening and who knows what else, later on. ----------------------- Well, we saw the sights and had a wonderful time and the less said the better. Jon and I took over Johnson's old company as planned, and I now run that and another one we've acquired. I discovered that Jon's claim to have an open marriage was absolutely true, when he felt obliged to balance things up between us, and his gorgeous wife Helga agreed. She and I spent several very pleasant and informative week ends together and performed any number of wonderful balancing acts between the two of us. Wei Lee, you remember her, the slim one with the legs and the beautiful eyes? Well she's now my personal assistant back in UK, though we often take some of the work home with us, and it's quite likely that we may be making her position somewhat more permanent very soon. My ex wife? What was her name again? Not too sure about her really. Saw her elder sister the other week and she told me she was doing Ok at last and was getting over her breakdown, but to be honest she didn't sound too convincing. Not my problem anymore. +++++++++++++ That's it! Remember it's only a story, and not a reflection of me or my personal life. I'm a civil engineer by the way, not chemical!