24 comments/ 118143 views/ 5 favorites Nowhere Man By: Harddaysknight Things had not been going well between my wife of 21 years and myself. We had begun to discuss divorce on a regular basis, and were both quite serious. We were not angry with each other. We had simply ceased to care very much. We had one child and he was two states away in college. We had purchased a home far more expensive than we could afford years ago. Now our son was attending a very expensive private school. It seemed that debt was the sole reason we were still together. My wife, Gwen, was still an attractive woman in her early forties. I am three years her senior and only weighed a few pounds more than I did when we were married. It just seemed that our life was consumed with trying to make ends meet and keep the façade of success, at least as many people in our culture perceive it. Divorce was not something either of us really wanted, but it seemed that our marriage was not something we wanted very badly, either. We were simply tired and depressed with our lives. Thus, we had begun to consider divorce, but felt we were too far in debt to pursue it. We had decided to try to get our son through college and then go our separate ways. Still, we remained faithful to each other and polite. I remember hearing once that the opposite of love is apathy, not hate. I now understood that statement. I was in sales and not exactly a top producer. I always had worked hard, but had trouble closing the deal. That kept me firmly entrenched in the middle of the company's corps of salesmen. That kept the incentives and promotions just out of reach. I was the original "Nowhere Man!" One afternoon I was trying to convince a long time customer to increase his order. I had sold to him, and even attended a few parties with him, over the past four years. He always gave me some business, but the lion's share went elsewhere. My product was every bit as good as the competitor's and just a little cheaper. I could never understand why I couldn't get all his business. Out of frustration, I asked why he didn't send more action my way. "You really have a good product, Hank, but the other guys throw in some incentives for me," he confided. "I send enough your way to look good to the bosses, but some of the other vendors treat me better." "Are you saying they give kickbacks?" I asked stunned. "That is illegal as hell and could get you spending time in the big house if your company found out!" "You asked, Hank. Now I am telling you, so listen. I don't get any money. I just get some very nice treatment from representatives of the vendors, if you know what I mean." "Like tickets to the Giants or something?" I suggested. "Is that the sort of thing we are talking about?" He chuckled at my question. It irked me that I appeared so dumb, or naïve, or whatever. "I get laid, Hank. I can't rely on my good looks, so I get my suppliers to provide a little pussy for me. It may sound like a small thing, but it gets my orders," he confided. "Lately the vendors have been under closer scrutiny from their bosses over their expense accounts. That has left me horny and looking for new vendors. I don't ask for much, but I guess the whores were costing more than the guys could justify. Long story short, some fresh pussy will get my business." "That is hard to sell to the board of directors, Charlie," I conceded. "I wouldn't even know where to find a whore and I wouldn't be able to pay her if I did." "That is the story I hear from all my suppliers," admitted Charlie. "Then I remembered the Labor Day picnic your company invited me to attend. I recall your wife looked pretty good in a pair of shorts and a low top." I was blindsided by that comment. The miserable bastard apparently thought I would offer my wife for an order. I was ready to drop the prick with a couple punches, when reality stepped to the front of my thinking. What did I care if he fucked Gwen? I couldn't even remember the last time I had a piece of ass. It could mean a nice commission, which would certainly be to Gwen's benefit as well as mine. "Are you suggesting I could secure your business if Gwen had sex with you, Charlie?" I questioned. "You will give all your orders for a piece of her ass?" "Shit, Hank, one fuck isn't worth all my business! I don't even know if she is worth any orders," he replied. "Gwen would give you the fuck of your life, Buddy!" I almost shouted back. "You won't get any pussy for an order or two. I can promise that!" What the hell was I saying? Was I bargaining with my wife's pussy? How far had I sunk? Why would I think she would ever agree to such a degrading proposition? Only a total asshole would use his wife's body to make a few bucks. "Give me half your orders and I'll let you fuck her. If you like it, you can have her again for the rest," I proposed. "What the hell, Hank! Is her damn cunt made of gold or something?" laughed Charlie. "You give her to me for tomorrow night, all night, for half my business. We'll dicker on the rest after that. I am not going to buy a pig in the poke, so to speak. No offense," he laughed again. "Gwen is no pig, but you're the one that wants to poke her, Charlie," I chuckled. Now I was laughing at the thought of this slob fucking my wife! I promised myself I would seek counseling as soon as I felt I could afford it. "We have a deal, Hank. Bring her to room 432 at the Winston tomorrow evening at 8:00. I am happy to do business with you," Charlie offered his hand as he spoke. I shook his hand and mentally kicked my own ass as I imagined how Gwen would receive this news. I would probably lose what business I had with Charlie. On the other hand, even half his orders would dramatically increase my income and the incentives would start kicking in. No guts, no glory! The real test of my salesmanship would come later, when I explained to Gwen the deal I had just struck with Charlie. "Not to appear dense or anything, Henry, but let me see if I understand you correctly," Gwen stated quite calmly. "You made a deal with that big toad, Charlie Garner. In essence, he will give you half his orders if I spend the night with him?" We were almost finished with dinner when I worked up the nerve to approach Gwen with deal I had struck with Charlie. She had met Charlie just once and hadn't been very impressed with him it seemed. "That is the crux of the deal, Gwen. After that he will decide if he wants to deal for any more business," I added a bit lamely. "You mean he will decide if I am worth any more of his business, or if he should look for sex someplace else?" asked Gwen. It all sounded so unfeeling and cold the way Gwen stated it, but she was quite accurate. "That is the deal Gwen. His orders would put me in a higher sales group, increase my commission cut, and start incentives kicking in. We would be able to get some of that new furniture you want, or actually take a vacation. It would be a substantial increase in our income," I assured her. "I am trying very hard to understand this deal and what led up to it, Henry," Gwen replied. "How did you come to offer me as some kind of perc?" So far Gwen was amazingly restrained and I began to feel a glimmer of hope. This was one sale I had to close! "Charlie was raving about how great you looked at that party last year. He mentioned your long legs and how great your breasts looked in the low top you wore," I bubbled. "He has talked about you ever since. I knew he had a thing for you, but today he told me he would send me more business for a night with you." "He was really that taken by me at that party?" asked Gwen. "Has he really been asking about me a lot?" I could see this all was appealing to her vanity. Women always wonder if a man, other than their spouse, desires them. "Gwen, you do have great breasts and legs and that outfit really showed your assets perfectly. Several guys mentioned to me how hot you looked," I recalled. "How come you never told me about it, Henry?" insisted Gwen. "I could use an occasional compliment. You should tell me when men say these things. I wondered if anyone even noticed. Do you really think I have nice legs and breasts?" "I should have told you, Gwen. You are right about that. You looked great and I saw a few guys checking you out when they thought it was safe," I admitted. "I can honestly say you still look great. If anything, you have improved over the years. Any weight you have gained has increased your sex appeal. Your curves are perfect." "What a nice thing to say, Henry!" Gwen smiled. "How did Charlie know you wouldn't beat the hell out of him for suggesting I sleep with him? Am I wrong to think that a lot of husbands would be furious about a suggestion like that?" "He knows I need his business and that I would just laugh it off if it offended me. I was pretty irked when he first suggested it, but then I started thinking," I answered. "This could help us both improve our situation, and you are a very good lover, so why not consider the proposition?" "Henry, you pick an odd way to start complimenting me. Is it possible this will make you jealous, or be the final straw in our marriage?" Gwen asked. "Are you looking for grounds for divorce or something?" "Gwen, I swear I would not be so low and devious, and I think you know that," I stated in my best imitation of an indignant husband. "The truth is, and it shames me to admit it, that it all turns me on. I have never thought about you with a different man. But I thought about it all afternoon and I got aroused when I did." "It has finally come down to this, hasn't it?" asked Gwen. "We are sitting here calmly discussing me sleeping with a man to help further our financial position, and neither of us is even angry. There was a time when the very suggestion would have outraged both of us. It seems we have fallen a long ways, doesn't it?" Gwen was right. I was more excited than insulted by Charlie's proposition and she was considering it, as she would any common business deal. "If I go along with this crazy scheme, I will expect you to be willing to make sacrifices for our welfare and comfort. What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander," Gwen finished. I felt quite safe making my next statement. "Gwen, feel free to offer me as an incentive to promote your career any time. The only condition is I don't mess around with other men." "I will hold you to that," laughed Gwen. "You may have a few surprises coming, yourself." I felt a moment of concern when Gwen told me that. What did she have in mind? "I will do it, Henry, to promote our future, but we both know it speaks volumes about our situation and character, or lack of same," frowned Gwen. "As you know, I will not do oral and that pig has to wear a condom or the deal is off." "That is only reasonable," I assured Gwen. "I will be sure to tell him that tomorrow when I speak with him." There goes any chance for the other half of Charlie's accounts, I realized. From what I knew about Charlie, that news would be as welcome as a turd in the punch bowl. Still, half a loaf was better than none! That night as I lay in bed listening to Gwen sleep, I had a tremendous urge to make love to her. I hadn't felt that way in a few months, but somehow I felt I should mark my territory before Charlie explored it. I also knew that Gwen would brand me a pervert for suddenly wanting sex. The reason would be much too obvious. I spent the night wondering where the whole thing was headed and trying to determine my mental state. I finally slipped off into a dream-filled sleep. "So, Hank, is your little whore going to keep our agreement tonight," blurted Charlie as he entered my cubicle. "I am horny as hell and plan on filling all her holes, my friend. He delighted in my discomfort as I blushed and quickly responded, "For Christ's sake, Charlie, keep it down, would you?" "Don't want the others to learn your trade secrets?" joked Charlie. "Don't worry there, Buddy! Your slut is way better than anything they have. You'll have the business-for-sex thing to yourself, from what I've seen." It was odd, but I was beginning to like Charlie, in a strange way. Seldom have I met a person so completely honest about himself. Most of us profess to be offended by the suggestion of a strange piece of ass or a blow-job, especially in the White House. I knew that deep down the overwhelming number of men in the world would take a blow-job if the opportunity arose. It is just that for most of us, the opportunity never does. We condemn it publicly and pray for it privately. Charlie simply admitted his desires. "It would be best if you don't use those names when you see Gwen, Charlie. It will really piss her off," I declared, "and you don't want that. She also said no oral and you have to use a condom." "Fuck that cunt!" laughed Charlie. "I don't give a rat's ass what she likes, and I don't use condoms. I will ride her bareback and cum where and when I like! She's fucking me for profit, so she is a whore. Technically, she may not be a slut, yet" "You have a point," I grinned. "I think you two will reach an understanding. I will bring her to your room at 8:00. Do you want me to pick her up in the morning?" "No, have her bring something to wear to work the next morning," responded Charlie. "It doesn't pay to be too considerate to a slut. I'll send her off to work with a pussy full of sperm and she will be thinking about me all day." Gwen was already packing when I got home that evening. She already planned on going straight in to work after her night with Charlie. "You are going to take me out for a nice dinner before you drop me off to service that pig," stated Gwen. "We may as well enjoy some of our new income. Did you tell him no oral and to use a condom, Henry?" "I sure did, Sweetheart! I told him you are a lady and expected to be treated as such!" I lied. "He will be a perfect gentleman." "That is something you can't sell me, Henry, but thanks for telling Charlie. I hope he doesn't last too long. As heavy as he is, I suspect he will be done and sleeping in a few minutes," she added. "I will just slip out in the morning before he wakes up." We actually enjoyed a nice dinner and chatted more than we had in months. Gwen was nervous and we both felt a bit guilty, so we made a concerted effort to keep the mood light and the conversation flowing. At 7:56, I knocked on Charlie's door, with Gwen on my arm. Charlie answered the door, then swept it open and gestured for Gwen to step in. As she walked by him, Charlie told her, "You look great, slut. I can't wait to fuck you senseless!" With that he pushed the door closed, but not before I heard Gwen spit back, "Don't speak to me that way you miserable, fat fuck! I'll turn around and ..." With that I heard the lock turning in the door. I didn't know if I should stay in case Gwen left the room and needed a ride back home, or just go home. I waited around the hall for another ten minutes, and decided they must have reached some kind of an understanding. I went home to an empty bed. I felt hung-over as I sat at my desk the next morning. I had slept only fitfully for the second straight night. I couldn't stop thinking about Gwen and wondering what happened between her and Charlie. Did she hate me for making such a deal? Did she have a horrible time? Did they try to kill each other? Would I keep Charlie's accounts? Would I get more? Why was everything connected to the dollar for me? It was almost eleven when Charlie strutted into my little cube. He plopped down in the only other chair and sighed. "You are either a very smart bastard or a real dumb fuck, Hank," he began. "I haven't decided which, not yet." "If you are asking my opinion, I'll go with smart bastard," I offered. "If you take a vote, however, dumb fuck will win in a landslide." "How did it go?" I tried to ooze indifference as another knot formed in my gut. "Did you and Gwen hit it off ok?" "That bitch can really suck cock!" blurted Charlie. "After we fucked every way possible, and a few ways considered impossible by many, and outlawed in most civilized countries, I woke up this morning with that whore of yours sucking me off again. She must wear you out, Hank. No wonder you were willing to turn her loose on me. It gave you a night to rest!" "Yeah," I agreed. "That little slut sure can suck cock. She gets so much protein I think she invented the Atkins Diet." Where did that come from? Gwen never sucked me off to completion and I knew it. I just gave away my wife for a night and was worried about what the fucker would think of me! I made a note to seek counseling even if I couldn't afford it. "She started all the goody two-shoes shit when she first got to my room, but it wasn't long and she was begging me to fill her tight cunt with cum," chuckled Charlie. "I can't get over how tight her ass is. It feels like it's going to squeeze your dick right off, doesn't it, Hank?" "No question there, Charlie," I agreed again. "I don't know how many guys have complimented me on how tight Gwen's asshole is. It's like stuffing a goddamn hot dog through the eye of a fucking needle." Charlie was looking at me, wondering if he should be laughing or not. Finally he plunged on. "I told Gwen she could finish the negotiations for the rest of my account after lunch. If that bitch shows up and plays her cards right, you have a good shot at all my accounts. It depends how well she negotiates, if you know what I mean," winked Charlie. "That little whore knows how to bargain, Charlie," I avowed. "Just try to keep your balls." I made a mental note to contact the company shrink as soon as Charlie left. What the hell was I saying? My emotions were so mixed, my brain froze but my mouth just kept flowing. I might get all Charlie's accounts, but he had been sucked off by my wife several times. He then fucked my wife every which way but loose. Come to think about it, Gwen was probably fucked loose, along with upside down and sideways! Should I be elated, or should I go postal? What over the counter drugs would help? My mind was reeling! "Fucking A, Buddy," agreed Charlie. "I have to go get ready for that cock sucker wife of yours. I am going to drive a hard bargain, Hank. She won't get my business that easily. You can be sure of that." "Way to go, Charlie!" I urged. "Make that slut earn every damn penny with that once tight ass and those cum loving lips!" Again Charlie gave me a strange look as he left. I guess he wasn't accustomed to anyone being even cruder than he was. I opened my desk drawer and searched in vain for any mind-altering drugs. I made a note to have the water tested to see if there was something in it. I staggered in the front door after the first 80 hour day I ever had. The clock in my cubicle had stopped moving, at least when I was looking. The day was so long I had to shave several times. I wrote a letter and received an answer! Gwen had dinner on the table as I dropped my briefcase and jacket on the couch. "I have steak and baked ..." she began before I interrupted. "Did you get all Charlie's accounts?" I demanded. Gwen flushed as she faced me and nodded in the affirmative. Then she looked down and waited to hear my response. "You slut!" I yelled as I grabbed her arm and dragged her to our bedroom. "I am going to fuck you silly," Gwen turned red and opened her mouth to form a response, but I would have none of it as my mouth covered hers. I kissed her hard for minutes and then pushed her onto the bed. "Get those clothes off and show me the Gwen that Charlie had last night, and this afternoon. You are my wife and my slut and I am going to reap the benefits!" "Yes, Master!" laughed Gwen. "It seems my skills as a negotiator are beginning to be appreciated. I'll mmmph," she gagged. Nowhere Man Ch. 02 "So tell me, Doc, am I a sick fuck or what?" I asked as I paused in the middle of my story. My tale was my reason for the appointment with the company shrink. "I am not here to judge your actions," replied the man in the big leather chair. Why do these guys always sit in the big chairs while you lay on some uncomfortable sofa-type thing? "Is it possible the company has been putting some kind of shit in my water or coffee or blasting me with subliminal messages somehow?" I asked. "It seems pretty weird that I not only traded my wife's ass for a contract, but it has made me hornier than a 6-peckered Billy goat, doesn't it?" The guy just looked at me and nodded. They never answer direct questions! They answer questions with questions. "Have you always used such, ah, interesting phrases," he questioned. "What the hell kind of a question was that?" I wondered. Then I realized it was something new for me. Perhaps the doctor had hit on something! "I started doing it after watching Dan Rather cover the election in 2000," I answered. "Before that, never. Do you think he is the one using subliminal stuff on me, Doc? I never even thought of that son of a bitch. Well, butter my ass and call me a biscuit!" Water sprayed all over the carpet as the shrink lost control of his Fox Ledge water as he was sipping it. He quickly grabbed a cloth and wiped the drool off his face. He spent a few seconds composing himself. "Go on, Henry. Excuse my little accident," he offered. "Sure, Doc. It just seems that a normal man, which I once thought myself to be, would never use his wife for financial gain, and if he was a low enough prick to do so, it would never make him hornier than when he was 22. I was wondering if I need some sort of medication to counteract whatever the hell is going on," I suggested. "Is this where you and your wife are at present? Have you discussed it with her, Henry? How does Gwen feel about the situation? Are you a relatively normal couple, beside this slight digression?" he quizzed. "About as normal as stink on shit, Doc," I announced. "Except for the whole gigolo thing I have stumbled into." "Perhaps you should continue your story, Henry," suggested the shrink. "There appears to be more than I have thus far been told." "You don't know the half of it, Doc. This is how I remember the series of events that brought me to this couch," I responded. "After I fucked the hell out of Gwen when she got the contract, we began to actually talk to each other. You must know, as a trained professional, that indicates some sort of mental illness in a married man. This is how it all happened." (With that I did my best to tell a factual account of my twisted life.) As Gwen filled me in on the results of her "negotiations" with Charlie, I realized that she had really done a great deal to increase my ranking in the sales department. She was going to spend a Friday/Saturday night weekend with Charlie at his hotel every quarter. That was when Charlie's travels brought him to our area. She admitted to looking forward to her next tryst with the somewhat pudgy womanizer. It was flattering that he wanted her so badly, and although his approach to sex was incredibly coarse and crude, she discovered she enjoyed it immensely. Neither of us had ever suspected it, but Gwen got off on being used and enjoyed as a woman, or more accurately, as an object of lust. Especially when she was given no choice. That seemed to remove the guilt that society has worked so diligently to create. If she had no choice, she could be the wanton woman. We began having sex, and sometimes even making love, much more often. My libido was cranked back 20 years. I couldn't get enough of Gwen and she enjoyed my attentions immensely. This was the catalyst to a better relationship on every level. Reducing financial stress also helped tremendously. In less than two weeks we were much more attentive and feeling closer to each other. Then, at dinner one evening, Gwen slipped a bombshell into our mealtime conversation. "I will pack your suitcase for you, Henry. I promised Regina that you would go with her Friday to the trade convention in Kansas City," she smiled. I almost choked on my mashed potatoes. Good thing for me she didn't make them baked. "Excuse me?" I asked. "I don't remember anything about agreeing to go to Kansas City with that goddamn prune you work for. What are you talking about?" "We agreed back when I slept with that big toad, Charlie, that we would be willing to do whatever it took to help each other's career," smiled Gwen. "I think you have to admit that I have kept my end of that agreement very well. Now I am asking you to do as much for me." "What are you saying? Am I supposed to fuck the iceberg you work for?" I asked. "I don't think I'll be able to get it up for that witch." "I expect you to accompany her and do whatever you can to help her land more contracts. She and I never actually spoke about sex. It is more like an escort, but an escort with a brain," stated Gwen. I had not told her about the stuff in the water or the subliminal brainwashing I had been deluged with. She never even watched Dan Rather. Gwen still thought I was pretty smart. These bastards are pretty clever! Somehow they made it so no one else could tell my brain was mush. "I don't know anything about women's clothes and fashion," I whined. "You know that better than anyone!" "Regina knows the business end better than you could ever believe, Henry," Gwen insisted. "Her problem is dealing with the buyers. Her father always did that when he was alive. Since he died two years ago, we have been in a bit of a tailspin as far as getting orders is concerned. Regina was telling me how she dreaded this weekend. I felt she should be looking forward to seeing some customers and getting new orders. We had a long talk and I told her you would be delighted to use your expertise to help her, us, to increase our market share." "My 'expertise' as you call it, is having my sweet-assed wife sleep with some fat slug," I reminded Gwen. "I am certain it won't work with Regina. I bet she hasn't had sex since Malcolm left. Guys don't exactly line up to get in her pants." "Henry, you are much better at sales than you give yourself credit for, and if you do get into Regina's panties, she will be turned on to sex forever. You are a very good lover!" Gwen insisted. "Malcolm was just trying to marry his way to the top and Regina fell for it, briefly. I guess it made her very suspicious of men, although it has been around 12 years. She needs to get past that fear and have some fun." "I am not sure I want to be the one to show her any fun, Gwen," I admitted. "She seems so condescending and proper, like her shit doesn't stink. I am not looking forward to this weekend." "That sounds like you have accepted the fact you are going!" gushed Gwen. "Come into the living room and let me show my appreciation for your sacrifice, Sweetheart. Perhaps a nice slow blowjob will be a good start." This was the reason I couldn't dislike Charlie. My sweet wife had discovered she is an excellent, and very willing, cock sucker. I graciously accepted the bribe Gwen offered. As I sat next to Regina on the plane, I looked her over carefully. She wore a dull gray pantsuit with a jacket that buttoned to her throat. Her hair was pulled back in a bun of some kind and she had no makeup on her face. It was as though she made a strong effort to not be attractive. "You are looking at me like I am a side of beef or something, Henry. I want you to understand that you are escorting me on business and will have your own room," she stated. "Do not presume you will have any liberties with me. Remember you are a married man, and treat me with the proper respect." She was frying my ass already and we had barely taken off! How long was this weekend going to seem? "I was checking to see if your tits were showing at all, Regina. You have so much on, I can't tell if you actually have a nice set or if it is just the jacket bulging out from the way you sit," I replied quite calmly. Whatever the water, or Dan Rather, had done to me made me quite forward and randy. Maybe it was from watching a slob like Charlie turn Gwen into some kind of sex maniac. Whatever it was, it even made Regina seem like she could be an enjoyable piece of ass, if she were gagged. "You will not look at, or discuss, my breasts in any way, at any time!" she gasped. As she spoke she smoothed her jacket to show there was something beside air forcing the lapels outward. "They actually look fairly large now that you smoothed your jacket," I smiled. "I want you to unbutton your jacket so I can see better." Regina looked at me with her withering stare and I just looked back, occasionally glancing down at her chest. I amazed myself. I never flinched. I was doing my best James Bond imitation and it actually paid off, as she slowly slid her right hand up and unbuttoned her jacket. "That is much better, Regina. It appears that your tits are quite adequate," I allowed. "I want you to wear things to accentuate them the rest of this trip. Men love a nice set of tits and you have them, so we need to use them." Regina turned red, but I could tell she was pleased if somewhat flustered. She turned back to reading her magazine without another word. I was reeling mentally. Perhaps Dan had given me super powers or something! About half an hour later, Regina asked me to allow her access to the aisle so she could visit the bathroom. "When you come back, Regina, you can wear your jacket, but I want you to remove your bra," I stated firmly. Again she gasped slightly and blurted in a subdued tone, "you seem to be laboring under some false hope that I will be your concubine this weekend. I will not remove any garments, nor will I follow any instructions you issue!" We were in a row with two seats and she was in a crouch under the baggage compartment overhead. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her over my lap and gave her three quick spanks. They were fast and hard. I just as quickly stood her back up and allowed her to leave. Her face was as red as I imagined her ass to be. The couple across the aisle was sleeping and no one seemed to even notice anything. I had been decisive and fast and so far, had gotten away with it. It was ten minutes or more before Regina returned to our row and indicated she wanted me to move so she could have her seat. Her jacket was buttoned all the way up again. "Either give me your bra or unbutton the jacket so I can tell it has been removed," I whispered to her. Regina looked around and then reached into her pocket and handed me her folded bra. Smiling, I accepted it and stood up to allow her access to her seat. After we were both seated, I looked at her until she returned my attention. I then looked down at her chest and back to her eyes and arched my eyebrows a little. Then I resumed my stare. Slowly she reached up and unbuttoned her jacket. I was completely unprepared for what I saw. Her blouse was close to transparent and her nipples were hard and trying to tear through the silk. Her tits were bigger than I had imagined and were very firm. This 40'ish woman had no apparent sag! Gone was the crone I had accompanied at the beginning of the trip! I was seated next to a rather voluptuous woman. As I stared, Regina sat very still, but her nipples seemed to get even harder and press against her blouse more. "They are exquisite," I told her. Regina suddenly broke into a big smile as she responded, "I was afraid they would be too big, or my nipples too hard, and you would laugh at me. I am so relieved that you like them!" "You have a great deal to learn about men, my big breasted traveling companion," I told her. "I will consider it an honor to teach you about them this weekend." Regina just smiled back and slid her hand into mine. I had her leave her jacket unbuttoned as we left the plane and walked through the airport. I pointed out to Regina how some of the men were taking long glances at her chest. She would never have noticed them on her own. When we got to the hotel we walked up to the counter. Regina produced her credit card and explained how she had reserved two rooms. The young fellow showing us to our rooms seldom took his eyes off Regina's nipples. When we got to Regina's room I tipped the kid and told him I would find my own room later. He left with an erection and a grin. "I want you to take you clothes off now, Regina. You have been teasing me for a couple hours with those beautiful tits and I want to see them now," I told her. She just looked at me as she began to undress. I simply watched. She was nervous, but did as I bade. Her hips were a little wide, but went well with her ample cleavage. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and appeared wet. I found it difficult to believe this was the same woman I had known for almost 15 years. I walked to her and took the pins out that held her hair up. It fell down around her shoulders and seemed to have a natural wave. Her hair was a dirty blonde but had a wonderful luster and suddenly, I was with an extremely desirable woman. "Now I want you to undress me," I instructed. Regina moved as if in a trance as she removed my jacket and tie. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it from my back. She reached down and released my belt, unsnapped my dockers and allowed then to drop to the floor. Regina then went to her knees to untie my shoes and remove them along with my socks and the trousers. Finally I was standing before her in my boxers. My cock was straining to free itself as she slowly put her fingers inside my waistband and slid my shorts down. As she slid them down, it forced my prick to face downward until they cleared it. Then it sprang back to full attention, inches from her face. I couldn't tell if it was surprise or shock that I saw on her face. She no longer paid me any attention. I was almost jealous of my cock. Regina only had eyes for my stiff seven-inch rod. Her breathing seemed to quicken as she slowly reached out to touch my cock head. Her hands seemed tiny as she wrapped them around my love muscle. She bent the head to her mouth and licked it. She pulled her tongue back to her mouth and seemed to savor the taste. Slowly Regina raised her eyes to mine and asked, "Is it ok if I suck it? I never knew a cock could be so beautiful," she added. In many ways, I felt like I was with a young girl, an ingénue really. She seemed so innocent but so anxious to learn as she began to suck my cock with an ardor I had never seen. Watching my wife's boss swallow my sword quickly put me over the top. I simply moaned to warn Regina I was ready to explode. To my eternal surprise and pleasure, she never slowed down and devoured every little swimmer I could muster. Finally, after my cock had shrunk way down, she allowed it to fall from her mouth. I helped her to her feet as she looked at me with some fear in her eyes. "I hope you don't think I am some shameless slut, Henry. I swear I have never done anything like that before, not even when I was married," she added. "I hope you don't think less of me!" "You are my little slut, and I think more of you than you can imagine," I responded. "You are simply allowing yourself the pleasure of being a woman, of pleasing a man, and pleasing yourself. Now lie down and spread your legs. I want you to feel the same for me." Regina smiled as she followed my directive. I plunged headfirst into her little honey pot and explored her with my mouth, tongue, and fingers. I lost count of how many times she came. When it seemed she could stand no more, I slid back up her body and positioned my hard cock at her entrance. "You have to tell me if you want my cock," I told her. "I need to hear you ask me to fuck you or I will climb off." "Henry, make me your whore!" she cried. "Fuck me hard, like the tramp I have become, please!" Being a reasonable man, I felt that was close enough and I plunged into her cunt all the way to the hilt. Regina came before I reached bottom and she continued as I fucked her fast and hard. If I hadn't seen it, I would never have believed a woman could have such steady, powerful orgasms. Regina's pussy was tight and it spasmed again and again on my cock. I could feel my balls tighten as I slammed into her and I came within a couple minutes. She clutched me to her as I emptied myself inside her. I don't know if she fell asleep or passed out, but she went limp before my soft cock plopped from her wet slit. That set the tone for the weekend. We went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner and a couple drinks. Regina was chatting like a schoolgirl and was radiant. I suggested we have another drink at the bar, but she practically begged me to take her back to the room to fuck her. I am nothing if not considerate, so I acquiesced. Later, as we lay naked in bed, we had a long discussion about her goals at the convention. Regina admitted she didn't wear her own trendy fashions any place, at any time. To me, that is like an American autoworker driving a Toyota to the GM plant. The next morning we were up early and had a quick breakfast and then I dropped her off in a beauty salon. I picked her up in 40 minutes and the change was dramatic! "Regina! You are an incredibly beautiful woman!" I raved. "You are to die for!" She beamed as she thanked me and blushed. Next we went to a boutique that carried some of Regina's line and squeezed her into a couple outfits. I left that shop with a woman that created a stir as she walked into the hotel lobby. The convention was ready to begin, so we returned to her room for her notes and presentations. "Will you help me sell my line to these people, Henry?" she pleaded. "I am so nervous. I don't think my business can last another year if I don't start getting more orders." "Regina, I will be at your side, but I don't know anything about your product. I do know that there cannot be a better advertisement than you, right now, right here," I assured her. "Have some faith. When you get a man's ear, he will pay very close attention." Regina was a bit timid as we began to circulate and chat up her line to possible buyers. The warm reception she received combined with her knowledge of her product induced quite a few new buyers to place orders with her. As Regina's confidence grew, I drifted farther into the background. I know from my years on the planet that a lovely woman is far more persuasive if she is unaccompanied and appears somewhat attainable. By mid-afternoon I was simply watching Regina from a distance, trying to be prepared if she needed me, but not obvious. A couple times I took her aside and suggested she go change into one of the other outfits from her line we had picked up. Every time she did, she took a new wave of orders. I admired how she made sure to touch men on their arms and shoulders as she spoke with them. I had explained how men respond to the touch of a beautiful woman, even in a non-erogenous zone, because all nerves lead to a man's head (small head) when he is near a lovely woman. Men rely on the small head to do most of their thinking. It was well after midnight when Regina finally said her goodnights to the few remaining buyers at the convention and we headed for her room. "I suspect you could have had your choice tonight," I told her as we stood in the elevator. "You really are quite lovely, Regina." "I have never been propositioned so much in my entire life," she admitted. "But then, I have never actually been propositioned at all before! I did have many choices tonight, and I made my selection. I am so glad you are an option, Henry." We spent most of the night fucking like teens and slept in the next morning. We barely caught our 1 PM flight home. When we got off the plane, Gwen was waiting to pick us up. I wrestled with our bags as Regina walked out to locate Gwen. Regina actually walked up to Gwen and spoke her name before Gwen knew it was Regina. Nowhere Man Ch. 02 "Jesus! Regina, you look fantastic! I didn't recognize you, but I was thinking that there was a woman that made our clothes look great. I even thought about asking you to do some ads for us!" gushed Gwen. "I don't know what to say, except, wow!" Regina turned and asked me to wait where I was while she spoke with Gwen. They walked a short distance away and I saw Regina say something to Gwen and they both looked at me. Then Gwen laughed and hugged Regina. They chatted briefly. That seemed to open the floodgates for Regina and she began laughing and crying at the same time. They hugged again and came back to where I waited. "Well, stud," laughed Gwen. "It looks like you will have something to occupy your time while I am taking care of Charlie. Regina seems to think you have saved my job and it is likely I will be getting a raise. I did have to promise you for a weekend every quarter. I knew you wouldn't mind!" That was a trip I won't soon forget! "So, Doc, what the fuck is wrong with me?" I asked. "Can you cure me?" His answer was short and much less professional than I ever expected. "Your problem is you are a dumb fuck!" he almost shouted. "You are fucking two beautiful women and complaining about the goddamn water and Dan Fucking Rather! I think I can declare you insane, if you like, for even thinking you have a fucking problem. As for a cure, spend a night with the damn pig I married! She's so ugly she'd drive a dog off the gut wagon! You'd never fucking complain again. Now get you buttered ass out of my office!" Nowhere Man It seems she hadn't learned to talk with a cock in her mouth... yet!