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The Mom's Club Vol. 01

By: dainii



Bob and Angie were married on a sunny day in October. 

Bob was in his mid-twenties, working in construction as a project manager after gaining his civil engineering degree on the coast. He was with a small company designing and building bridges, road work, and other smaller civil jobs. He was medium height, and with him working outdoors supervising jobs, he had managed to stay in decent shape. He was into the beer though, and with not much time for sports or other things, staying in shape was at risk. 

Angela, better known as Angie, had just finished her commerce degree, locally, didn't have a job yet and was four years younger than Bob. She was five foot four inches in height, and a very svelte one hundred and fifteen pounds. Flared hips above tight buns and below her narrow waist, her figure was hour-glass with her medium sized breasts rounding out her top half. Her face was narrow with pixie-like features, framed by raven hair, cut to mid back and often curled. She was a beauty who didn't have to consciously work out to maintain her figure. 

They had met each other at a campus bar where Angie was hanging out with her girlfriends and hit it off immediately. One thing led to another and they became girlfriend/boyfriend. While Angie had flirted and teased many boys through high school and university, she was not what you would call 'experienced'. Bob was only her third boyfriend, and she had only gone 'all the way' once, in the backseat of her second boyfriend's car. Bob had even less experience. So it was a bit surprising for both of them when they found themselves pulling each other's clothes off and fucking like bunnies on their fourth date. It had been one of those over-the-top, passion-fueled experiences in the passenger seat of Bob's car. But after that, they spent as much time in bed, or at least in coitus, as they did doing anything else. So much so that they found that the bed wasn't enough. Bob and Angie were inside each other's clothes in the car, at the park, at the movies, and everywhere else. After the first few times Angie's concern about being 'caught in the act' turned into anticipation. She found out something about herself during those heady days of wild sex - the young woman loved the thrill of 'almost' being seen. Bob was more than complicit - he loved putting his girl on display, knowing that she was his and while others could look, they could not touch. They were wildly, passionately, in love.

Bob had some money saved already, so, after the wedding bills were paid they enthusiastically set about finding their first home. After some looking, they found a back split on a cul-de-sac overlooking a small lake in a new neighborhood. The house and the little lake was separated from a very large lake by a ridge of small hills making it very easy to get to the beaches there. There was one other house already built there - and occupied by a young family of four, and only two other lots to be developed. They were assured by the developer that the last two lots would take a long time to move as they were both on a shoulder of rock - about fifty feet high - looking down on the cul-de-sac, and would require a 'bit of work' to build on. Buyers would be tough to find. Bob and Angie fell in love with the house, the view, the area, and the potential, so, even though it was a stretch for them financially, they decided to go for it. After all, they were young, Bob had a good job, and Angie would find one once they had settled into the place. A deal was made, and the young couple moved in as soon as they could.

They were in the house for no more than two months, and Angie was ready to go look for work - something in accounting or financial management which is what her degree was in - when she realized that something was 'off'. She just wasn't feeling good, and she always felt good, so she checked into it. She was aghast to find that she was pregnant. For some reason, this bright young woman had simply never considered contraception, or the risks of not being on the pill (or being protected in some other way). Thinking about it, and all of the times that Bob had painted her insides with his cum, she had to acknowledge that they had been lucky so far. But, she was still shocked. 

Bob was even more concerned and surprised. He had just assumed that his wife was on the pill, and besides, whenever he was in the process of dumping his load into her tight, almost virginal cunny, 'protection' was the last thing he was thinking of. His thoughts went to concerns about money - he had been counting on Angie getting a job to help out with the mortgage, but now it looked like belt-tightening was going to be the order of the day for a while.

The mutual surprise notwithstanding, nine months later Angie delivered a healthy bouncy baby girl - that they named Sammy. During these months while they redid one of the rooms for the coming baby, and Bob started to sweat their finances more, Angie's friends seemed to go on a marriage kick. Angie had, through most of high school and on into university, stayed in close contact with a clutch of six friends. They were all, in their own ways, as good looking as she was. In fact, they were the group that she had been hanging out with when she met Bob. Some she had introduced to some of Bob's friends, and some had found their own men, but regardless, they all seemed to reach the matrimony decision in or around the same time. So, the nine months of Angie's blossoming included many wedding showers and weddings followed by house hunting and moving in to new homes...all within the same general area that Bob and Angie were in.

Shortly after Sammy was born, the first of her friends announced that she too was pregnant. That started anouther flurry of announcements and soon all of them were in the family way. They all joked that it must be something in the water. 

Angie, for the first time, consciously started working out. She wanted to regain her pre-Sammy figure. Surprising to her, she found that she really enjoyed going to the gym and pushing her body to the limit. To herself she also admitted that she enjoyed all of the men watching her work out...even the older, less fit ones. She found it to be a turn on knowing that it was her body that they were staring at. She imagined that when those men were having sex they were actually pretending to be having sex with her. It was so hot! Not so hot as almost being caught having sex, but Bob and her hadn't been doing much of that since Sammy was born, so it had to suffice. 

Even after she had lost the baby weight, she kept at it, eventually getting into the best shape of her life. And she continued to go to the gym, and even started availing herself of some of the outdoor sports that their area offered - hiking, swimming , rock climbing, etc. She found that she preferred the summer sports because then she could wear less clothing, and show off more to whoever was watching. The beach, for swimming and paddle boarding, turned out to be her favorite. 

She was a bit disappointed in the fact that Bob never showed much of an interest in joining her, but understood that his focus had to be his job. Besides, after some consideration, she thought that maybe she wouldn't be quite so comfortable parading around in front of all of the other men if her husband was there. The couple of times that he did join her and Sammy at the beach, or when they found a babysitter and went by themselves, Angie wore something just a little less risqué like a more fulsome bikini or a one piece. They were still sexy, and had the desired effect upon her husband, but they did not reveal nearly so much of her beautiful flesh to the consuming public. Angie always giggled when she thought about that.

She was very happy when her clutch joined her, one by one, as they each had their children. Soon enough the circle of friends had found two more ways in which to enjoy each other's company - babies, and working out. Ok, maybe three things. Babies, working out, and showing off their bodies to strange men. One of her friends said, over some wine, that she actually got turned on when she discovered some other women staring at her too. 

That particular conversation with her tall blonde friend - Karly - was just a beginning. Angie's circle of friends had always been in the habit of, at least once or twice a week, gathering at one house or anouther, to have giggle sessions over each other's babies, have some wine to relax, and talk. Karly introduced the subject of other women, but that evolved into a general discussion about all the 'strange' that was watching them, and how it made them feel. Of course, being women, that quickly morphed into conversations about sex. Sex with their husbands, comparisons of husbands - both their endowment (apparently Karly's man had a nine inch cock!), and their abilities (or lack thereof) in bed. In this regard it seemed that most of the friends would like more from their husbands (all, it seemed, were suffering from the same reduction in sexual interest that Angie was experiencing) or perhaps something a little different in bed, at least once in a while. But they were just talking.

While Angie and her friends were working out, and drinking wine, and talking, and their babies were growing up, other things were happening.

Bob and Angie got along very well with their neighbors - Ted and Joanne (just Jo) - the man helping Bob out on things around the yard once in a while, and they would drink a beer or wine in the backyard from time-to-time. They were nice people, just not real true friends. But that was ok.

On Angie's cul-de-sac, there were some other changes, with the final two lots sold about two years after Bob and his wife moved in. Both sets of new neighbors built their houses up on the shoulder of rock overlooking Bob and Angie's and Ted and Jo's houses. 

One couple - about the same age, if not a little younger than Bob and Angie, and with a toddler of their own - built their house on the back of their lot, away from the edge. They seemed quiet and a little stand-offish. 

The other couple were older, appearing to be in their late forties, with no children at home. They built their new home right up to the edge of the rock with a wrap-around porch. When it was done it was obvious that when they were sitting up there they would be able to easily see whatever was going on in the cul-de-sac - cars coming and going and the front yards of their neighbors. The people were nice, with the woman being a little shy and not coming out of their yard too much. 

Soon after the older couple were moved in Angie found herself working in the front yard, and she could 'feel' eyes upon her so she sneaked a peak over her shoulder to see that the older man was watching him from his porch while he was drinking a beer. He caught her looking and waved, so Angie waved back. Then she had a thought, so she quickly went into the house and changed into a bathing suit. It wasn't the bikini that she wore to the beach to show herself off to the boys, but it was the nice one piece - cut high on the legs and low on the bosom - that she wore on those odd times when Bob went with her. She reached into the top, adjusting her breasts so that they were barely halfway covered by the suit and her nipples were right at the hem. She grinned at herself in the mirror thinking about what she was doing and then she got Sammy who had awoken from her nap and they went back outside to the front yard. She set up a sprinkler for her two year old Sammy to toddle through, and then she sat back in a lawn chair and just relaxed, letting her thighs hang naturally apart. She also had put on her mirrored sun glasses so that she could stare back at the man freely. She got a little tingle - very similar to what she got at the gym, or on the beach - as she watched him watching her. Just because she could, she let her hand rest on her tummy so that she could idly touch herself. That produced an even better tingle as she saw the new neighbor stand up and pay closer attention. 

During this time Bob was having some problems at work. With the financial downturn his company was getting less and less government work and he was growing increasingly concerned. Eventually, about the same time as Angie was sitting on her front yard in her attractive one piece bathing suit playing with herself and with half of her breasts hanging out, Bob got a lay-off notice. He was out of work. More to the point, he was out of work with a wife who liked to spend money at the gym and on clothes, a two year old daughter, and a house for which the monthly bills were too large. He had to do something, and he had to do it quickly.

Bob had a friend - an engineering friend from university - who was working in the Canadian oil patch out in the boondocks of northern Canada. Bob called him up and explained his situation. After a talk, followed by Bob emailing his friend his resume and a copy of the glowing recommendation from his recently (just today!) ex employer, and then anouther talk, Bob found that he had new job. 

It wasn't ideal. Bob would have to work eight weeks in northern Canada, followed by two weeks at home on a continuous rotation. He would be away from his family for two months at a time! But it was also pretty good. He would be hauling in pretty good coin - actually about 150% of what he had been making - and since there wasn't going to be much he could spend the money on at the job site, he should be saving quite a bit. Maybe, as he thought more about it, in fact it was a pretty damn good thing. He went home that day to tell Angie the good news.

Angie wasn't too sure that she liked the situation, or Bob's solution, but there was no getting around the fact that he needed to work and to pull in a good paycheck. Angie knew that as Sammy got older she would finally be able to get into the workforce and help out with the bills. So she reconciled with herself that, at worst, Bob would only have to do this for anouther four or five years. Surely they could make it work for that long?

Time went by. The friends worked out and drank wine, and talked. They went to the gym, and the beach, and wore progressively more revealing clothing at those places. They did not always tell their husbands about their antics, but they giggled a lot while they talked about the 'strange' men (and women) who liked looking at them. Sammy turned three. Bob was away more than he was home. Angie couldn't help but feel lonely. 

The neighbors were the same as they always were although there was the one time, after a snow storm, when the older man came over to help her shovel out her driveway. Angie found out that his name was Kelly, and that he was a security consultant specializing in surveillance. He was a nice man with a twinkle to his eye and a ready laugh. She invited him in for a hot chocolate when they were done shovelling and he came in for one. She found herself talking about Bob and Sammy and their lives. Kelly was easy to talk to. She talked about her concern over Bob's time away and how her and all of her friends seemed to be in a similar situation - young kids, too much time, spouses not around enough, nothing much to do except go to the gym or the beach. Kelly just suggested that they should band together and start a business of some sort - something that they had in common and could really get in to. He left after that to help out Ted with some shovelling and then to go home. 

That thought stuck and she shared it with her friends. They laughed about it - what did they all like to do that they could sell and make some money? But it did stick, and Angie did think about it. They all did.

That spring, Angie and Bob were feeling pretty good about the state of their finances. They promised each other that they would spend some more quality time together when he was home in the coming summer. 

They decided to build a pool. Angie contributed a thought to the pool design. She was concerned about being able to watch Sammy all of the time. The girl was big enough now that she was becoming harder to keep track of. So she told Bob about Kelly (who Bob had waved at a few times in a neighborly way, but never really met) and his business, and together they went up the hill to talk with Kelly. They met Kelly and his wife - Jennifer - and shared a bottle of wine while Angie explained what she wanted. Then, since it would take Kelly some time working in their house, they arranged a weekend away during which Kelly could install some cameras in the house and around the yard, all feeding back to a few big screen tv's in the house. Angie was very excited, and happy that she had thought of this. Sammy's safety was her top daily concern.

The pool got built while Bob was away. There were a lot of young, muscular men working in her yard for days on end. It was a pretty warm spring, and Angie was doing all of the spring yard work herself, so daily she was working up quite a sweat - which was ok because she liked working up a sweat. One day she stood up from a flower bed, to find pretty much the whole work crew staring at her. She had been combining planting with stretching by only bending from the waist. Her back had been to the workers, and she thought (smiling to herself as she considered it) that they must have liked what they saw. And that was with her wearing long jeans and a loose sweat shirt. She went into the house thinking that maybe she should dress a bit different the next day.

When she had originally considered it, she had thought that she would dress more frumpy, so as to not distract the workers. But, as the day dawned, she reconsidered that notion, thinking that those men were really working very hard for her, and really, what harm could come of her giving them something pleasant to look at? It may actually be a reward of sorts, and promote better work from them. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she should make the effort to brighten the workers' day by dressing a bit more...provocatively? And besides, Angie thought about all of the strange men - at the gym, or at the beach - that she purposely dressed in revealing attire for. How different was this? Strange men were at her house, and she wanted to show a little of herself. Angie actually got a little tingle just thinking about it.

So Angie stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, nude, looking at herself while she contemplated what she was going to wear. Strong, muscular legs met at a neatly trimmed bush - she thought that maybe she needed to trim it again soon. Her waist is narrow with abs slightly defined in the womanly sort of way. Nice pear shaped breasts that sit high on her chest. Since Sammy they were a little more full than they had been before Sammy, but they were still very firm. To check, she bounced up and down on her toes for a bit, enjoying the sight of her breasts bobbing very prettily. Her nipples were hard and she considered that she shouldn't hide them behind a bra today. She fluffed her hair and moved it around in various poses to see what might look best. In all, it took a bit of time to reach these important decisions.

Finally, she went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of cut-off jean shorts. They were old, and she had considered throwing them out more than once already, but had always ended up putting them back in the drawer. She held them up to look at them again and then nodded and decided they would do nicely. She pulled out a pair of nice panties and put them on followed by the shorts. Looking in the mirror she could see that the jean material between the legs was so thin and frayed that the panties were showing. She considered that for a moment and then removed the shorts and the panties and then pulled the shorts back on. Anouther look in the mirror confirmed that while the shorts barely contained her pussy lips, it did look better without the panties. 


The Mom's Club Vol. 01



The problem of trimming was obvious though, so once again, she removed the shorts and ducked in to her ensuite bathroom for a quick trim job - and since she was there with all of the tools anyway, Angie decided 'what the hell' and simply shaved herself bare. All over. Once done, with all of the implements put away, she once again stood in front of the mirror rubbing her newly bald pussy. It felt so different she thought to herself. Then, with a grin, she pulled the shorts on again, satisfied with the look. 

Before she went looking for an appropriate shirt she remembered to turn the cameras on. Kelly had said that there were two modes - passive and active. They were always in passive mode, which, he explained, meant that they were operating on a motion-detection basis, but wouldn't show on any tv unless specifically told to. The process to do that on her computer was quite tedious, so Angie rarely did that. Kelly had said that she could get the feed on her smart phone too if she wanted, but she wasn't that interested, so she declined. 

Active meant that the cameras were always on and showing on the tv - which would split into multiple screens each showing the view from a different camera...if she also turned on the tv. Kelly had left the cameras that looked into the backyard, and the one in Sammy's room on active so that Angie didn't have to worry about monkeying with things every day. So she turned the tv in her bedroom on. Immediately two pictures appeared upon the screen, side by side. One showed Sammy sitting in her bed playing. The other showed the construction workers in the backyard getting ready for the day. One of them was actually standing next to the sliding door that opened out to the backyard and the patio that they were creating there to go around the new pool that they were putting in, and he was peering in with his hands cupped around his face to block the glare from the sun.

Angie had a start, thinking that he must be looking for her because she had forgotten to do something. She quickly ran out of her bedroom and down the stairs and was just turning into the rec room that the sliding door looked in on when she recalled that she only had her shorts on. She stopped abruptly, staring at the hunky man who was staring back at her. Staring at her naked tits! With a little squeak Angie turned and fled back up the stairs. When she got back to her room she was a little breathless.

She looked up at the tv to see that the man was now talking with his co-workers and then they all started to work. Angie decided that either she hadn't forgotten something, or that if she had, the workers had decided it could wait. She considered what had just happened, and while it certainly hadn't been planned, she had to admit that she wasn't really upset by the fact that she had just inadvertently flashed her naked breasts at a strange man. It actually gave her a bit of a tingle...down there...and she could see that her nipples were really, really hard. She smiled and started to think about possibilities. Then she went to find a shirt.

After holding up a dozen shirts and discarding them all, she decided on a plain white T. It was also older, from before Sammy, so now it fit a bit snugly across her slightly larger bosom. It was also a bit threadbare, so when she pulled it on she could clearly see her nipples. She bounced up and down on her toes again and was pleased with the result. Yes, the plain white T and short shorts were going to be just fine. 

Angie put her hair in a ponytail - which is what she had decided would look best with the outfit - went to get Sammy and began her day, humming softly to herself.

Later, with Sammy being looked after by the neighbor's daughter next door, Angie was on her hands and knees in the flower garden at the side of the house. The day was extremely hot again, with the sun blazing down upon her. She had actually resorted to wearing a floppy brimmed hat so that she wouldn't bake her head in the heat. She was sweaty all over and could literally feel the perspiration dripping down her face, her back, her chest.

Finished with a plant, she sat back on her heels and put the trowel down, and pulling her gardening gloves from her hands she wiped at the sweat on the bridge of her nose. Opening her eyes again she saw a pair of legs standing just to her side. Somewhat startled, Angie tipped over on her side landing with one hand bracing her on the ground and looked up. She saw one of the workers - the same one from the morning - looking down at her. His face was blurry in the sun behind him, but she could see that he was bare chested. His work pants hung low on his hips and his very well defined abs and pecs were tight and tensed above his belt. She could see that his arms were huge - a whole lot bigger than Bob's - ending in heavily muscled shoulders. What she could see of his face in the glare showed a strong jaw line, lightly stubbled with dark bristles. But what really drew her attention was the large bulge in the front of the man's pants. Angie realized her mouth was hanging open.

The man was obviously staring down at her. And it became pretty obvious that he was enjoying what he was looking at because he made absolutely no effort to move away. The bulge started to look uncomfortable for the man. Then he told her that she looked hot. Angie assumed he was stating the obvious so agreed that she was very hot. She could see that that caused him to grin widely. The man asked if she wanted a drink, or, could he do anything else for her? Angie nodded and held out her hand to him, which he took, pulling her to her feet. The man was strong, and the motion sharp, so Angie found herself pulled into his grasp with one of his arms snaking around her waist and the other landing - accidentally? - right on her left boob. Angie tittered a giggle when she felt him flex his fingers on her breast, softly squeezing it. 

The young mother was momentarily nonplussed by the man's handling, but quickly recovered and she playfully slapped the man on his rock hard chest, but at the same time she could feel the equally rock hard boner in his pants pressing in to her abdomen. Angie slipped from his grasp, stepping back and away. She thanked him for helping her up and agreed she needed a drink so she was going to go into the house to get one. As she walked away from the man and in to her house she wondered briefly if the man had wanted to come with her so she glanced over her shoulder to see him standing there, staring at her, with one of his large hands massaging the bulge in his pants. 

Of course Angie had seen that kind of reaction before. Actually that was the kind of thing she strived to achieve when flaunting her barely covered body at the gym or the beach, but this was a little out of place she thought. It was her home. There were neighbors. So she just smiled at him and went in. Before getting a drink she went into her bathroom to wash the sweat off of her face. When she looked at herself in the mirror she was astonished at what she saw. Her plain white T had pretty much disappeared! The sweat had made it see through, just like a wet T shirt contest. Her breasts and nipples were as visible as if she had absolutely nothing on! The initial shock faded quickly as Angie considered things. 

In the end she just made a point of getting the shirt even more wet as she washed her face. Then she grabbed a drink and a lawn chair and then went to sit in the backyard to watch all of the hunky worker men build her pool. 

Angie spent the rest of the afternoon out there and had a number of nice conversations as each of the workers needed to come over to talk to her for a bit. In the end Angie was quite happy with how the day turned out. So happy in fact that she phoned all of her friends and told them about it. They all enjoyed the story, and they all decided to come visit Angie the next day to sit in her backyard and watch the men. So they did. And, as Angie expected, they all tried very hard to dress in as little as possible without being totally lewd. Just for the fun. They came around to visit on quite a few days while the construction was going on. The workers really did do a good job and they really did seem to enjoy working there. 

Eventually the pool was finished and the men stopped coming by. Angie and her friends spent time at the beach and they took the boat out for cruises on the water. Angie could not find a place to buy a wild weasel - other than on the internet, but she wasn't willing to do that yet. The friends did find some water skis but did not actually get around to using them yet. And they continued to talk. 

Then Bob called to say that his friend - the engineer who had helped him get the job - was going to be in their town while on his two weeks 'out'. Bob asked if the friend could stay at their house. The friend was going to pay for a hotel but Bob had said he could stay at their house if Angie agreed. Bob said that the friend would pay them instead of a hotel so they would make a little extra money. Angie thought that was a wonderfully nice thing for Bob to offer so agreed to the proposition and started to think about what renting out the room to the friend may entail.

Two days later there was a knock at the door and Angie answered it to discover the friend standing outside clutching a small duffle in his hands. He introduced himself. The friend was about medium height but carried some beer weight around his middle. He was clean shaven with short brown hair, and rimless glasses. He looked very much like an engineer Angie thought as she invited him in. He thanked her for letting him stay at her 'hotel' and he understood from Bob that she was going to make sure that he enjoyed himself while in her town. He even knew about the new pool.

Angie gave the man a tour of the house and introduced him to Sammy, and then took him up to the spare bedroom. She helped him unpack his duffle and put his clothes away in the dresser. She noted that he didn't have a bathing suit and he just laughed and said that either he would buy one, or just skinny dip. Angie laughed at that. He asked her if he could take her out for supper as a thank you for letting him stay at the house. She thought that was nice, so she called next door to arrange for a babysitter and they agreed to be ready to go - dressed casual, because that was the style of the area - in an hour or so.

A little while later she was standing in her bedroom wearing a pair of nice shorts - not the old cut-off jeans - and a bra, and holding a peasant blouse in her hands. The blouse was loose, low cut in the front with a scoop neckline, and had elbow length scoop arms. It was perfect for a warm, breezy evening. However, she wasn't sure that the bra would look good under it so she was considering that. 

With a little start she realized that the engineer was standing in her doorway, leaning on the door jamb. She always left her door open so that she could hear if Sammy was in trouble. Angie turned to the man and started to cross her arms over her bra clad breasts but stopped herself - it was really no different than a bikini top after all - more than some of her bikinis. She smiled at him in inquiry.

He started by apologizing for standing there, but he had a question and the door was open. She just waved that off as being ok. He then said that he had seen the cameras all over the house and asked what they were for. She told him and he nodded. He asked about the little green light that showed on all of them. Angie said she didn't really know but guessed that they just showed that they had power or something. He asked where the recording computer was, and Angie told him that it wasn't like that and that they didn't record anything. The engineer questioned that privately but let it go. Finally, he thanked her and asked if she would be ready soon. Then as he was turning to leave he suggested that the shirt - and he pointed at the peasant blouse in Angie's hands - would probably be much better without a bra.

That was the conclusion that Angie had arrived at as well and so, as soon as Alexy arrived to look after Sammy, she climbed into the engineer's rental car wearing the blouse with no bra on and off they went. Angie directed them to a winery restaurant where they sat on the patio overlooking the orchards and the lake. It was breezy, not cold, but chilly enough that she was aware that her nipples were at attention and poking through the blouse. 

They had a wonderfully delicious meal, chatted amiably, and drank glass after glass of wine. The dinner was a 'paired' experience, with different wines paired with each course of the meal...and there were a lot of courses. Angie found herself becoming a little tipsy, considering that she was a small woman. The engineer was telling her jokes and she was giggling constantly. His voice became softer and she had to lean down on her elbows to hear him. Suddenly he stopped talking and was just staring at her. Angie realized that he was looking at her chest and she glanced down to realize that the scoop top was hanging down and her full, naked breasts were fully visible to the man. She sat up slowly and smiled at him.

He cleared his throat and told her that he was now going to wish that he wasn't staying at her hotel. That immediately caused Angie some concern and she had to ask why - she hoped that she hadn't offended Bob's friend. He waved his hands at her and said that he had been enjoying his dinner with a very lovely young woman and now he had just seen her nude tits (that was the word he used). He complained that he now had a boner (again, that was the word he used, this time causing Angie to giggle) and because he was staying at her hotel he couldn't do anything about it. Angie could tell he was joking, but she went along with it and asked the man what he would do if he was at a different hotel. He shrugged and then matter-of-factly said that he would probably either try to pick the lovely young woman up so that he could take her back to his room and have his way with her, or, failing that, he would call an escort agency and have them send someone over to take care of things.

Now Angie was a bright young woman and mother. She had gone to college and earned a respectable degree. She had friends and they talked. She knew what an escort agency did - in fact one of her acquaintances in university had put herself through school by being an escort. So, she wasn't shocked. But she was curious and had to ask the man - all the while laughing with him - what would he pay for the escort and how long would the escort stay in his hotel room. 

They continued to laugh as a waiter appeared to refill their glasses and then the engineer launched in to an explanation about escorts - and he seemed to know quite a bit! He told how much he paid them - though he said they only got to keep a fraction of that sum as the rest went to their agency - and what the different price points were. Apparently, and this was all new to Angie even considering how worldly she considered herself to be, there were different charges for different amounts of times (which made sense) covering everything from a fifteen minute blow job up to an overnight or over-the-weekend stay. There were also different charges for different activities - as the engineer put it. Even kissing cost more. Angie received quite the education over the next hour, asking questions and getting answers, all while the two of them finished the equivalent of anouther couple of bottles of very fine wine.

Near the end of the discussion, and it was hard to talk because they were laughing so much, Angie started negotiating, taking the pretend position as an escort determining her fee for the evening. They both agreed that the evening, which had run a number of hours already, was fun and that Angie had been very enjoyable company. But, the engineer pointed out, it hadn't included any sex of any type. To this Angie responded that she had already shown him her naked tits and that had to be worth something. He ruefully concurred with her, and suggested that a fee of around $500 would be reasonable. This figure surprised her and it showed on her face. The engineer quickly recanted and allowed that perhaps $800 was a more reasonable compensation for the lovely young woman's time and effort.

Angie, even in her inebriated state, was nonplussed by the amount. She had never considered that an escort could make so much money for so little effort. Without thinking she asked the man what she would earn if they included some or all of the sexual activities that they had discussed before. He was silent for a moment while he considered and then suggested that he would be willing to pay an extra $100 for a simple blow job, more if it was a 69, more if it included...all the way up to sleeping with him for the whole night would be around $2000. 

Again, Angie was speechless. The engineer took the opportunity to ask for the bill for their dinner. He also asked for the restaurant to call them a cab as neither of them were fit to drive. When the bill was paid, he rose and helped Angie to her feet. The engineer was in a bit better condition so he put his arm around the young woman, steadying her, as they walked to the front door to await the cab's arrival. Angie found herself leaning into his side for support with her hands around his middle and she didn't really mind when the man's hand drifted off of her back and onto her bum. She didn't even mind when he gave it a quick squeeze while helping her in to the cab that pulled up to the curb for them. It just made her start to think more.

She sat down in the cab and waited while the man ran around to let himself in the other side. She quietly told the cabbie where they were going to - it would be a little more than a half-hour ride - and then turned on the seat to contemplate the engineer. He stared back at her for a moment and then opened his mouth to say something but Angie interrupted him. In a slightly slurred voice she sought confirmation that she had already 'made' $800 for the evening? He just looked her in the face for a moment and then purposefully let his eyes drift downward. Angie giggled at how obvious Bob's friend was being, and then pulled her shirt down in front, exposing her chest to him again and repeated her question. She didn't even think about the cabbie watching them in the rear view mirror.

The engineer gulped - which made Angie giggle again - and then nodded slowly. Angie considered what to do next. She was having fun - had been having fun with this man all night. She was thinking about how tingly she always got when she was dressed as scantily as possible at the gym or the beach having all of those strange men look at her. This was really just a mild step beyond that and she sure was tingly now! So, rather than fixing her shirt, she tucked the hem down under her breasts leaving them exposed to the night air inside the cab. Her nipples were sooo hard!

She really didn't take too long considering. She shuffled over on the seat, and then laid her hand on the engineer's lap. She smiled up at him and then started to gently massage him there, feeling slowly for anything she could find. He gulped again and was about to speak but Angie leaned up into him, pressing her bare breasts and aching nipples into his chest and kissed him on the lips. She parted her mouth and drew her tongue across his lips until his mouth opened as well. At the same time as she pushed her tongue into the engineer's mouth her hand took a firm grip on the stiffening cock growing under her questing hand.

Angie continued to french kiss Bob's friend, using both hands now to undo his belt and zipper and draw him out. As he popped free of his clothes she sat back and smiled at the engineer, telling him that the kiss was extra, and, after a short pregnant pause while she pulled slowly on him, she finished speaking by saying, "so is this." Then the young mother bent down and licked the pre-cum off of the man's cock. Two swirls of her tongue, as if eating an ice cream cone, and then she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked. The man groaned and pushed his pelvis up in an attempt to drive more of his steely rod into her warm wet mouth. Angie put both hands onto his thighs to hold him down and then pushed herself down on him. Angie had sucked cocks before, and not just her husband's. There had been a couple of boys in college, and one in high school. This one didn't taste much different, but the thought occurred to her that this man, Bob's friend, was at least twice as thick as Bob - she had to concentrate to open her mouth wide enough. Then, as his hands came to rest on the back of her head and he pushed down on her, she came to realize that he was a bit longer than Bob as well.




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Angie let the engineer use his hands to help move her up and down his cock. The young woman was conscious of the fact that the engineer was trying not to lose control and really fuck her face, for which she was appreciative, but as she continued she could sense his urgency build. Finally she sensed his butt muscles start to tense. Under her fingers she could feel his thighs tighten. She tried to time it so that she withdrew enough so that only the head was in her mouth when he came, and she successfully took his first shot on her tongue, but then she lost control of the jumping and spurting cock and her lips came off of it. The engineer continued to spew of course, resulting in cum flying all over Angie's face, in her hair, and onto the shoulder of her shirt. She quickly regained control and lodged his cock head in her mouth again, remaining there, sucking and licking him until he was done shooting. Then she took a few more moments to lick him up, cleaning him off completely. She tucked him back into his pants and then Angie sat up and wiped some of the cum off of her face and smiled at the man. Matter-of-factly she declared that he now owed her $1000.

The engineer was still panting and unable to speak so she looked around, realizing the cab was not moving. First, at the cabbie, who was leaning over the seat back leering at her still uncovered, and now cum-splattered boobs. Then she realized that the cab was sitting in the drive way of her house. She must have been blowing the man for a half hour or more she thought in wonder. Angie could feel a wetness on her forehead and cheek so she took a moment to scoop the cum that she could feel there, and looked at it on her finger. Then she glanced at the engineer again as she stuck it in her mouth and sucked. 

She gave the man a saucy grin, pulled her shirt up and told the man to pay the cabbie and then got out of the taxi and headed to her front door. 

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The door opened behind her as the engineer came in and Angie just thanked Alexy and headed directly up the stairs, pausing to look in on her girl before going to her bedroom.

A few moments later she exited her ensuite bathroom, wearing only her shorts, and towelling off her hair (which she had just rinsed after brushing her teeth) only to find the engineer sitting on her bed. She paused, her arms up rubbing the towel through her hair. Her breasts bounced enticingly as she did this - much to the man's enjoyment. She stopped and caught his eye with hers to ask if he really had $2000. He nodded slowly, so she asked him if he really wanted to spend it all tonight? His nod became enthusiastic so she directed him to go put his bathing trunks on and meet her by the pool - knowing full well that he didn't have any so she would see what she would see when she got there.

Angie was sobering up quickly. The sight of herself in the mirror and the cold rinse water on her head had contributed. She had found the evening exciting so far - setting aside the fact that she had just cheated on her husband - but it had not yet been exciting enough. She was tingling all over, and she needed to do something about it. 

When in the bathroom she had decided that she would climb in to bed and rub herself off just like she did many times in the gym locker room or after returning from the beach, but as soon as she saw the man sitting on her bed she decided that enough was enough. The engineer was Bob's friend that he had invited in to their home and told her to take care of him. She was taking care of him...and Bob was away too much...and she was over-the-top tingly...and...it was fun! She would think more about what she was doing 'after', and besides, who would ever have believed that sex was worth that much to a man? So, Angie decided that she was going to earn all of that $2000 tonight and enjoy herself while doing so.

Angie checked in on Sammy to make sure she was sleeping soundly, and then went down the stairs and out to the patio - leaving the outdoor lights off so as to preserve some privacy from Ted and Joanne's house. The engineer was standing in the pool with the water up to his chest. Angie walked over to the edge opposite where he was standing. The night air hardened her achingly stiff nipples even more, and she could feel the fine hair on her arms and tummy being caressed by the breeze. Her nerves were on fire as she stared at the man standing, waiting, for her. She knew he was naked under the water. Her tongue brushed over her teeth and lips seeking some of the taste that he had left there earlier. There was no turning back now...her body wouldn't let her. 

Angie stripped off her shorts. She stood, in the twilight, poised at the edge of the pool, for a moment, to allow him a full look at her. He looked. 

Then she neatly dove into the water and glided under water over to the man. Only a few strokes were required for her to reach him and she rose silently from the water, rubbing her nudity on his body as she stood. Pausing only a moment she hooked one leg around his hip and raised herself up on him. One hand grabbed hold of his very stiff cock under the water and guided it to her own smoldering and unsatisfied opening, and then she lowered herself on him. No. Angie did more than that. She pushed herself down on him, driving herself down upon the man's cock. She was so wet inside that it took no effort to lodge him fully within her burning hole. She lifted her other leg to wrap around the man and then as she started to move herself up and down on his pole she throatily asked him to help her. She demanded that the man fuck her...that is what she said...fuck her!

Just as simple as that, Angie...the young woman, mother, and wife of anouther...began to satisfy her lust. In one fluid move a hard cock not her husband's was stuffed deep inside her cunt, and she was moaning in ecstasy, begging him to be rough!

"You fucking slut," was all she heard him say as he grabbed her ass, braced his feet, and helped her to pump herself on him. Angie was lost in the sensations emanating from her pussy, driving herself up and down on him. She did sense that they were moving through the splashing water though, and felt herself being pushed up against the side of the pool. This constricted her motion and she mewled in frustration until she felt him step up out of the pool with her still attached and then stride with her into the house, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. They were dripping water everywhere but the mess was the last thing on her mind...she just wanted to regain the rhythm. She clawed at his shoulders, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, and strained her thighs as she tried to force herself upon him, but the engineer just clutched her tightly as he went up the stairs.

Finally, he stopped moving and threw her off of him to land on a bed. Her eyes sprang open to realize that she was in her bed! Hers and Bob's bed! The engineer just growled at her, demanding that she roll her whorish body over and get on her hands and knees. 

Angie was no longer drunk. Not at all. But she was not regretting what she was doing either. At least not right at this moment. She rolled over and raised her ass into the air. The man went to his knees behind her and swatted her on the butt. She squealed and looked back over her shoulder at him and told him that if he did that again it was going to cost more! He smacked her again and then he fingered her open wide and pushed his cock into her again. Angie groaned as she felt the ridge below his cock head drag down past her g-spot and she pushed her face down into her pillow.

For the next fifteen minutes the engineer fucked the young mother. He fucked her with full, long, in-out strokes. He fucked her with short stabbing strokes. He fucked her with a corkscrew motion. He smacked her ass. The engineer even reached under the young woman to grab her tits, squeezing them tightly and twisting her nipples sending lightning bolts directly to Angie's clitoris. Finally, Angie reached her climax, her muscular abdomen tightening up and pulling her body into a ball below his pummelling and jack-hammer thrusting. She came on his cock, and she came, and she came. She howled in her release. The man, too, screamed and then, at the last possible moment, he pulled out and shot his second load of the night onto her back and buttocks. They were both bathed in sweat, soaked from it and the pool water as they collapsed on the bed. 

Minutes later, after she had caught her breath somewhat, Angie realized that she still had a service to perform, so, with some effort given her completely drained state, she rolled over and pushed herself to lay her head on the man's stomach. She opened her mouth and took his limp and cum-coated prick into her mouth and rolled it around on her tongue, taking care to clean all of their combined juices off of him. Her efforts became slower and slower, and finally, Angie fell asleep with him still in her mouth. The engineer was already snoring.

The next morning Angie was prying herself from the sleeping man's arms when he stirred. He told her that the 'night' wasn't over yet and she had to blow his morning wood before she could go. Angie - who was feeling just a touch of remorse now - looked at him a moment and then simply swung around on the bed to give him the best blow job she could - which ended with her swallowing every drop of spunk that he had. He was very satisfied.

When done she sat back up and wiped at the trickle coming from her mouth. The engineer kissed her on the cheek and said wait here. He jumped from the bed and ran from the room, returning in moment with a wad of cash in his hands. Angie really hadn't been sure that there was any cash at all, but as he counted out twenty hundreds he told her that in future she should always demand the cash first, before any sex. She nodded quietly, holding the money in her small hand as he bent down and gave her a peck on the cheek stating that she had been worth every dime, and that she ranked in the top three cocksuckers that he had ever had. Then he left for his room. Angie was now really a whore. 

Bob's friend only stayed two more days but there was no more sex. He said he had no more money. Angie told him that since he was Bob's friend they could still swim together, nude, in the evenings. So that is what they did. When it came time for him to leave he asked if he could call her again the next time he was in town and with a little hesitation Angie agreed that he could - what they had 'done' had been constantly on her mind since it had happened. Standing at the door just before heading for his rental (which he had retrieved from the restaurant the day before) he said that Angie was a very good escort, thanked her again, and left.

That afternoon, with Sammy down for her nap, Angie was sitting on her patio with a glass of ice water. She was staring at the pool water but not really seeing it. She was thinking. Caught up in her thoughts she was startled to hear a voice quietly ask to join her. She looked up to see Kelly - the older neighbor - standing there with two bottles of beer in his hand. She nodded and gestured to a chair for him to sit although she was puzzled why he was there. The beer, with beads of condensation rolling down the long necks, did look inviting.

He explained that his wife was visiting their daughter on the coast for the weekend, and he had seen the strange car and man at her house the last few days, and that he hadn't seen Bob for a while so he just thought he'd drop by to chat, to catch up after he observed that the strange man had left. He handed her a beer while Angie quickly explained about Bob and his friend and staying at their house instead of a hotel. Then Kelly asked her why she looked so glum. 

Angie was looking at Kelly when he asked that and, oddly, it appeared to her that he had a twinkle in his eye and his mouth turned up in a little 'knowing' smile. No, she thought, it was just her imagination caused by the funk that she was in - and maybe a little by the guilt. Even though her older neighbor was a nice man and easy to talk with, Angie couldn't really explain why she was down, so she started to tell him about being cooped up in the house, and not having a job, and not getting 'out into the world'. As she talked she realized that she wasn't really just making it up and that those things were really bothering her. That, and of course, the fact that she had recently had sex with a man who wasn't her husband.

Kelly nodded sagely and said that he knew she was still in contact with her friends - he saw them coming and going from the cul-de-sac all of the time - and had she discussed with them starting a business together like he had suggested before? Pooling their resources and time to make it do-able for all of them? She did recall him mentioning that to her before. They talked for quite a while about all sorts of things, including some of things she would have to think about if she did decide to start a business - such as marketing, filling a consumer need, etc. Angie found it interesting and it really started the mental wheels turning. Then, with a start, she realized that their beer was done and that time had flown. Sammy was getting up. Kelly rose and took the empty beer bottles, thanked her for the chat. She asked him to be less of a stranger and drop by more. He left.

When he was gone she started thinking about things again - she couldn't help it. It took her a little while but Angie eventually started to connect her infidelity to Kelly's talk about business. Yes, she had fucked someone who wasn't her husband, but...but, she had been paid for it! She had had sex for money! Angie sat up straight in her chair as the thought blossomed in her pretty head. She had worked for money! Sure, the 'work' had been sex, and she had really enjoyed the sex, but you were supposed to find a job that you liked. Weren't you? She worried it for a while, but then decided that an argument could be made that she hadn't really cheated on her husband at all if she considered it work. In fact she had made more money in one night then Bob did in a week - well, almost! It was good paying work. But, it was just work. 

Angie went into the house and got herself a glass of chilled white wine and returned to her seat in the sun. She spent a lot of time considering things and eventually rationalized to herself that she was correct. She got very excited seeing the connections between that thought and what Kelly had been telling her. She ran back into the house and grabbed her phone. A few minutes later she had invited all of her friends over (without their husbands, but of course bring their kids to play with Sammy) to talk. She had so much to tell them, and a pretty good idea to suggest. 

Later that afternoon all of Angie's friends were there: Karly, Erin, Cathy, Kathy - with a "K" (that was always confusing when everybody was babbling at the same time), Sarah, and Mia. They all brought their kids so the shallow end of the pool was full of rollicking toddlers. The ladies were all sitting in the lawn furniture on the patio, keeping an eye on the kids and doing their normal routine of talking, drinking wine, and laughing about their latest 'exposure' adventures. 

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Angie eventually, after refilling everybody's glass, brought up the subject of working again. Erin was the only one of the crowd that actually had an income. She had studied computers and marketing in school and shortly after her son was born, she had started up an in-home web design operation. She wasn't making a lot of money yet, but at least she had something going. All of the others were university educated as well so they all quickly joined in the discussion with Angie. They were all in the same boat - wanting to do something, but not being able to find anything yet. 

Angie brought up Kelly's suggestion again - they all quickly remembered it being a topic last winter - and again they all started to discuss 'what' they all liked to do...if they were to start a business themselves. They all laughed loudly when Mia said that they all liked 'showing' to 'strange'.

Angie then took the talk sideways, excitedly telling her friends about Bob's friend staying at their house instead of at a hotel. Most of them already knew that that had happened and wanted to know whether she was suggesting that they all convert their homes to 'bed and breakfasts'. None of them were keen on that even though Angie said that she would do it again...for Bob's friends and co-workers. 

Then, she also told them about her dinner at the winery with the engineer, which they all expressed some level of envy about - it was an expensive place to go to. But when Angie started talking about what the man had said about escorts, the friendly babbling turned to silence punctuated only by the odd 'really!' Then they all started giggling about it, especially when Angie retold the part of her conversation dealing with what escorts charged for their different 'services'. The giggling evolved into more general talking, and more wine sipping (Angie had to go get anouther couple of bottles). Kathy said that escorting actually sounded like it could be both fun and lucrative, if it didn't mean that they were actually cheating on their husbands. Sarah agreed. Karly, with the nine inch cock husband was also pretty firm about that. Angie wasn't sure whether Kathy was kidding or not. Mia asked whether Angie was trying to tell them something. She asked that with a big grin and then an even bigger laugh.

That is when Angie dropped the bombshell. She talked quietly so the others stopped talking so they could hear her. Even the sound of the kids in the pool seemed to disappear (it didn't really, it just seemed that way because everybody was raptly paying attention to Angie). Angie told them about flashing the engineer in the restaurant while talking with him. That started a little buzz, and everybody combined that with what Karly had done at the beach to determine that the group exhibitionism had been officially moved up a notch. Boob flashing was now in! They started to babble about how to create opportunities for the new game, at the gym or on the beach. They also started to consider other public venues...how to do it but not to get in too much trouble.

Then Angie reined them in and told them about the cab ride back to her house. You could have heard a pin drop on the patio. Everybody was just a little bit stunned that their friend had actually given a blow job to Bob's friend, and swallowed some of his cum. Then Angie told them that the evening, including the kissing - yes she told about the kissing - and sucking the man's cock had earned her $900.

They all started asking her questions at the same time. How could she have cheated on her husband? Was she having marital problems with Bob? Her response was to shake her head negatively and then emphatically deny any problems at home. That concern out of the way, they continued to fire questions at her. What was she thinking? What did his cock look like? What did it taste like? Was he big? Did he cum a lot? Angie patiently answered those questions and even went so far as to 

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Everybody laughed at that. Finally, she looked at them and said that they hadn't asked the really important question. Did the engineer pay Angie? Her friends' eyes opened wide as they waited, but Angie did not answer the question.

Then, Angie got up to go into the house, saying that she had to get something. She returned, holding something in her hand, and then she launched right into describing, in very great detail, how she earned the full $2000. As she said two thousand dollars, she spread the twenty one hundred dollar bills out in her two hands. While all of her friends were staring at the cash, Angie finished her story by describing having to take care of the man's morning woody.




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Finally she was done with her tale. If you could have heard a pin drop before, now a bomb could have gone off and no one would have noticed. There was complete silence.

Angie waited until she sensed that someone was about to ask her more questions, and then she went straight into describing her rationalization that she did not cheat on her husband. She went to work. She made money. She made really good money, doing a kind of work that she really enjoyed. Angie walked around the subject and back and forth for well over an hour (Cathy helped out by going in the house for more wine for everybody). Angie made sure that she was looking at Karly and Sarah when she emphasized, over and over, that she went to work, got paid, got paid very well, she enjoyed her work, and IT WAS NOT CHEATING! She was pleased to see that as she talked her friends expressions went from shock and surprise to something else. She saw them purse their lips as they thought about what she was saying. Some - Mia in particular - even started nodding a little. Eventually...finally...Sarah asked quietly whether Angie was proposing that they form an escort service?

That was exactly what Angie was waiting for, and she dove right into the subject, taking time to share as much of the business planning that she had already walked herself through earlier that afternoon. 

Again the discussion was a long one and they had to break it up. It was time for supper so they ordered in pizza for the women, and then all of them went in to Angie's kitchen to dig up appropriate fare for all of the children. Eventually the pizza arrived and all of the children were happily playing and munching inside the ground level of the house - just the other side of the full-window patio doors so their mothers could watch them as they ate and played. The ladies refilled their glasses, again, and took their seats outside to continue their discussion. It started with Angie recapping her position about this 'business opportunity' and what she thought they would have to do to get it up and running. They talked about what kinds of sex would be expected...and that led to a discussion on fee schedules and they discovered that they really didn't know. Then they talked about marketing and while Erin said she could build a webpage, they would still need some sort of 'introduction' to their marketplace in order to get started. They didn't know where to start that. Finally, they discussed security and how their escorts (the seven friends) would feel safe - how do they set limits, or limit the types of customers that they would see.

Angie grinned to herself as she let her friends run with the idea. In only about an hour (and multiple pizza's) they had gone from outright rejection to actual consideration of how to make the proposal a reality.

Then Karly recapped the conversation by confirming that they would be escorts - meaning that they would all have sex, for money, with strange men. There were nods all around. She asked if they would have sex with strange women? The mothers considered that for a while, and then decided that they couldn't see why not - although none had ever done that before. Then, speaking of things that they had never done before, they went around the group to see what various kinds of sex everybody had done. 

Missionary was standard. Everybody had done doggie, and most, but not all had done cowboy. No one had done reverse cowboy. Everybody had sucked cock of course - most had done that in high school (Kathy in Junior High) - but no one had deep throated anybody yet. Cathy didn't count because her husband's dick was only four inches - a topic that everybody commiserated with her on all of the time - and she routinely sucked him all of the way in. Only Sarah had done anal. She said that the first time it hurt a bit, but her husband really enjoyed it, and now after much practice so did she, although she said that she couldn't imagine what a really, really big cock would feel like back there. Karly grimaced at that, wondering what it would feel like having her husband's bat up her ass. That produced general laughter. They did agree that they, as a group, did not really know a whole bunch about sex.

They also agreed that they had the other topics to deal with too: security, marketing, organization, etc.

They agreed that they needed to do some research, and needed some help. The big question was 'from who'? That became a topic of discussion, and they talked about it for quite a while but couldn't come up with an answer. Sarah suggested talking with her husband about it but everybody stamped that thought out quickly - because he was friends with Bob and some of the other husbands and all women know that men gossip about everything! At that point they agreed to complete secrecy from their husbands...they would deal with that more later. But still they didn't come up with a solution so they decided that it was time to call it a night and they would talk about it some more the next time they met. 

The young mothers gathered up their children and herded them out to their vehicles. Angie and Sammy stood in their driveway and waved everybody away. They went in the house. It had been a long day for both, so they got ready for bed and slept soundly that night. 

The next day Angie packed a picnic lunch and her and Sammy headed to the park at the end of the street, next to the small lake that their house looked at. Most of the day was spent there with Sammy playing with her little friends from the neighborhood, and Angie on her phone trying to google various items related to the conversation that she had with her friends the previous day. 

About mid-afternoon, well after the picnic lunch, Angie was sitting on a bench, her smart phone at her side while Sammy played. She had set it there in disgust after concluding that while she had seen a bunch of information on existing escort sites that she had visited, none of the behind-the-scenes information that was so vital was anywhere in evidence. Her phone range. She looked at it to see Karly's face smiling at her, so she picked it up.

Karly was very excited, claiming that she had a great idea to get their questions answered. Angie felt herself become excited at the very prospect of a solution. Karly asked if she knew who Mr. Big (not his real name) was? Immediately Angie formed a mental image of man that she knew from the gym. He was over six feet tall, and carried some weight around the middle - which was why he was at the gym she suspected. Short cropped hair that was black with a grey frosting. She would place him somewhere in his early or mid-fifties. A little older than Kelly she thought. She also knew that he was obvious in his appreciation of the little displays that she and her friends put on at the gym. Angie's mental image included the picture of the man's semi-hard cock outlined in his sweat pants as he watched her - she was pretty sure that he was packing a nice sized slab. Angie answered Karly in the affirmative.

Karly then said that Mr. Big owned a bunch of businesses - he was wealthy - and he travelled all over and did lots of interesting things. She had heard, at the gym, that he helped start-up companies and seemed interested in a variety of businesses. She also heard that he was divorced, or widowed or something, but for sure that he was not married. Karly thought that they should approach him, and ask him for help in starting up their business because he knew all about that. Angie thought for a bit but couldn't see anything wrong with the idea, so agreed to it. Karly and Angie decided that they would look for him the next time they were at the gym together - which would be tomorrow - and go from there.

They had a plan. Angie was bubbly and happy, and took Sammy out for ice cream after supper that night.

Bob also called that night to remind her that he would be flying in the day after tomorrow for his two weeks at home. They talked for an hour and planned things that they wanted to do while he was home and Angie emphasized the lake and boating, and suggested maybe a pool party with all of her friends and their spouses. Bob said he wanted some 'alone' time with his lovely wife, which made Angie smile into the phone so she said she would see about a sitter for Sammy. Then, on a lark, because her mind seemed to be going to the subject a lot lately, she even tried some phone sex with her husband. She found the experience interesting, but not really satisfying. 

The next morning Angie met Karly at the gym. They were both in tight fitting jeans with loose, oversized t-shirts, carrying their workout clothes in their gym bags. They chatted briefly in the parking lot as they looked around for Mr. Big's car. It didn't take long to spot as it was a big SUV, all tricked out with chrome and man stuff. They grinned at each other and then headed in to the change room. 

The doors to the men's and women's change rooms were side-by-side near the front counter. Both of the girls had had some fun in the past 'accidentally' striding in to the men's side while starting to peel their work out clothes off only to 'be surprised' by the men in various states of undress that they discovered before apologizing and turning around. At the back of each change room were the shower areas.

The girls went in and each found a locker. They pulled their t-shirts off and then proceeded to peel their jeans off - all the while their breasts were bouncing around with all of the tugging and pushing. Karly at one point, with her jeans and panties stuck just above her knees leaned over to whisper to Angie that the short brunette was watching them again. 

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Angie glanced up, saw the girl, and then nodded with a smile to Karly. Her mind was on her task for the day - get Mr. Big's attention and then talk to him. Finally she was out of her jeans and nude, so while she pulled out her work out clothes, she turned to give the brunette the full monty - there was always time to give someone a good show, especially for someone as cute as the brunette. Angie grinned to herself as she watched the brunette's nipples harden and wondered what it would be like getting paid to 'do' a woman. 

Then she shook out the leotard that she was going to work out in today. It was one of her favorites and the one she wore at the gym only when she feeling especially horny and really wanted to put on a show. The leotard was pale yellow and thin as tissue paper. When she sweated it became more and more transparent although never totally see-through like the old white T that she had worn for the pool construction men. She usually wore a pair of terrycloth short shorts over them because there were some limits to what she displayed. Or, there had been before the engineer she thought to herself. 

This time, after pulling the leotard on she held up the shorts and then turned to face the brunette, who was still sitting on the bench in front of her locker looking - not even towelling anymore, just looking - and, after first spreading her feet apart to present the full picture, she asked the young woman if she should wear the shorts or not. Angie watched the girl's eyes trace from her nipples down her body to her pussy and then slowly back up to meet her eyes. The brunette smiled and then simply shook her head slowly in the negative. Angie smiled, threw the shorts into the locker and pulled on her socks, knee-high leggings and cross trainers. Karly had been ready to pull shorts on over her own striped grey and black leotard but paused to watch Angie. When Angie's shorts went in to the locker, so did Karly's.

Dressed, they strode out into the gym. Angie blew a kiss at the brunette and mouthed 'thank you' as she passed.

As the two women had planned they went straight to their workout. The only difference to their routine was that each took pains to ensure that Mr. Big had plenty of opportunity to oogle them to his heart's content. At one point Angie could barely keep from laughing out loud as she lay, on her back, on a bench, with her feet planted firmly to each side. She was pressing a barbell. Mr. Big was on a stationary bike that positioned him in the perfect place to stare directly at her. Angie strained through each press, drawing her arms together as she pushed the barbell into the air above her chest. As her arms came together, her breasts squeezed together as well. Her nipples were as hard as rocks pointing straight through the paper (wet paper) thin leotard into the air, and each press emphasized that they were there. At the same time, she was not sure whether the moisture that she could feel between her legs was from perspiration or her own juices leaking - but she was certainly getting 'hot', so it could have been either or both - but with her legs spread open by the bench, she did know that as far as Mr. Big was concerned, he was staring directly at her naked pussy lips. She did laugh when she realized that he wasn't peddling anymore...just staring.

Karly had similar opportunities, and made the most of them. 

They both paid close attention to Mr. Big, going to the cool-down routine at the same time that he did, and timing their exit from the gym floor so that they arrived at the change room doors at the same time. In fact the two women made a point of walking one of either side of him. As they got to the change room doors he paused and looked first at Karly, and then down at Angie, asking quietly if they intended on coming in with him. He said that with a smile, presupposing the answer to be 'no', so he was surprised when Angie asked him whether he would like them to? He watched her eyes for a moment and then told them to wait there for a moment and he went through the door into the men's change room. Karly and Angie just looked at each other and shrugged.

In the next five minutes four men came out, one of whom went over to the gym guy at the front desk and spoke to him for a moment and then left. The gym guy then came over, smiling oddly at the ladies, and affixed a 'temporarily out of service' sign to the men's room door. One more guy came out and then Mr. Big opened the door and told the ladies to come on in.

Angie was getting some butterflies in her tummy as she realized that they were at the point of crossing the line and really going ahead with their business plan - and all that that meant. She smiled a strained smile at Karly, who returned it in kind, and then followed Mr. Big. He walked into a room that was a mirror image of the women's change room - two lines of lockers with benches in front of each, at the far end of which was the opening to the communal shower area. Mr. Big strode to the midpoint of the room, turned, placing his hands on his hips and said that they had been teasing him with peeks at their bodies for the last year - them and their other friends - and today they had about driven him nuts and then he asked what they were up?

Angie glanced at her friend and nodded then she walked up to Mr. Big and taking a hold of his hand, led him to a bench and motioned for him to sit. He did, crossways, so that one leg was on either side. Angie then straddled the bench in front of, and facing the man. Karly did the same, behind the man. She watched as Karly pulled her leotard off of her shoulders and pushed it to her waist. Then Angie did the same thing, baring her sweaty breasts to the man sitting in front of her. Angie took one of Mr. Big's hands and pulled it up off of his lap - where he was unsuccessfully trying to conceal his rising member - and placed it firmly on her right breast, holding it there. At the same time, Karly pushed his t-shirt up, revealing his back, and then scooted forward on her seat so that her nude tits were pressed into his naked back. She started to move, dragging her nipples to and fro across his back.

"Do we have your attention?" asked Angie with a smile.

His face was lit in a huge smile and he started to kneed her tit as he nodded. Angie dropped her hand to grasp Mr. Big's cock through his sweats - it was a very nice size she thought with a grin.

Karly whispered in his ear that they wanted to talk business with him, and they wanted him to know that while he may consider the proposal unconventional, they were very serious about it. Then she asked him whether he was interested in hearing more.

He was. Who wouldn't be given the circumstances? 

The young mothers allowed him to feel their breasts for a few more minutes. Karly kissed softly around his neck and shoulders while Angie bent in to push her tongue into his mouth while slowly pumping his still covered prick. They kept this up for only about five minutes and then they both stood, pulling their leotards up over their bodies again. Angie said it was time to talk seriously, and where could they meet to do that? 

Mr. Big considered the request for a moment and then stood to go to his locker. He pulled out his pants and retrieved a business card, turned and handed it to Angie. "The address is my home. Bring your proposed executive team, and meet me there at seven this evening." He winked at them and said he was looking forward to it. Angie and Karly went back to the lady's change room, changed, and headed to Karly's house. Once there, they spent the next couple of hours calling all of their friends, making arrangements for babysitters, and informing spouses that they were all going for a girls' night out on the town. It took a bit of work getting it all arranged.

Angie then headed home to shower and get ready for the big 'job talk'. A half hour and a shower later and Angie was once again standing, nude, in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She found herself staring at the bed rather than into the mirror, thinking about the engineer and what they had done there. They had fucked in the bed that she shared with her husband. She had long since rationalized that she was 'working' and not 'cheating' so the fucking wasn't the problem, but she couldn't get the 'cheating' implication out of her mind when she considered that the 'work' was in her husband's bed. At that moment, she decided that regardless of whatever else they decided in getting their business up and running tonight, she and her friends would have to make a rule that said they would not ever 'work' in the beds that they shared with their husbands. It just wasn't fair to the husbands.

She smiled as she came to that conclusion and with that decision made she turned back to look at herself in the mirror. She was considering what to wear. This was a business meeting so she should dress business like. After a few minutes in her closet, she decided upon a pleated, mid-thigh length, grey skirt suit which included both the skirt and a matching short jacket and a nice white blouse that she had bought to go with the skirt. The jacket was waist length with three buttons up the front. Very business-like, and smart looking she thought as she laid everything out on her bed. She went to her dresser and pulled out a matching bra and panty set - light blue in colour. They weren't 'granny', but they weren't what she would wear while trying to entice her husband. They were nice. 

She pulled them on and then her blouse. While she was buttoning it up she ran in to some issues. She had bought the suit when she graduated from university, a number of years, Sammy, and a lot of time at the gym ago. It fit very nicely, almost form fitting, over her tight abdomen, but she found that it was very snug over her bosom. Too snug! She knew right away that she was going to pop the buttons. Sammy, and all the gym time had grown and lifted her breasts. She was very proud of the way they thrust straight out from her chest, especially when the nipples were on alert as they were now, but she wasn't too happy with the resulting fit of the blouse. She would have to buy some new clothes, but did not have time for that before the meeting. She undid the buttons one by one, and found that she had to undo them all the way to just below her breasts.




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Next she wiggled in to her skirt, which, while also tight across her firm bubble butt, was still a reasonable and appealing fit. Finally she pulled on her jacket and found, for the same reasons that were impacting her blouse, she could only do up the bottom button.

Angie frowned as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Her bra was on display clearly showing the inside of the cups and the strap. That wouldn't do. She was a bit upset that neither the blouse nor jacket did up properly. Then she thought about it a bit more - sure this was a business meeting, but it was a business meeting about setting up an escort business! And, of course, she had got the meeting by sitting half nude in a men's change room letting her target feel her bare breast while she french kissed him and slow pumped his cock. Maybe she just had to make a few adjustments. 

With that decision made, she removed her jacket and blouse and then her bra. She bounced on her toes again to make sure, but was very satisfied to reassure herself that her boobs did not 'need' a bra. On with her blouse, the buttons done up as far as they could go, and then on with the jacket again. Now she was looking at a sexy business lady - one displaying the inside curves of her pear-shaped breasts almost out to the nipples. She tested to make sure, and confirmed that twisting sideways too much would pop a nip into plain view. She was ok with that and smiled. Then she shrugged 'what the hell' and reached under her skirt to remove her panties. In for a penny, in for a pound as the saying goes. Besides, he would never know that she was going commando. It did seem right though.

Angie glanced at her bedside clock to see that she was running late, so she grabbed her clutch and the four inch heels that she had chosen and ran for the front door. Alexy met her there, carrying Sammy. She gave them both a quick hug and then she was out the door and climbing in to the truck. She had to get to Sarah's, which is where all of her friends were meeting.

They met at Sarah's - her husband was working late, but her babysitter had arrived - and all laughed at the fact that they were all dressed similarly to Angie. Business-like, with just a hint of slut - although only Karly had also decided to go commando. They decided that they would all go in two vehicles. They also decided that since it was Angie's idea, she would take the lead in the discussion. Angie left the new truck in Sarah's driveway.

Mr. Big had a lakeside estate surrounded by a high stone fence. The drive to the gated entrance was down a long slope so they could see that he had a private dock jutting out into the lake behind the house, at which was docked a large boat. They paused at the gate and Angie leaned over Erin - who was driving the lead vehicle - and said in to the speaker who they were and that they were expected. The gate opened and they drove down a windy, hedge bordered driveway to park in front of the two-storey, stone-faced mansion in which Mr. Big lived.

They all piled out of the cars to be met by a tall, well-built young man wearing only shorts - it was hot out - who introduced himself as Mr. Big's son. The young man took his time looking the seven ladies up and down. He made no secret of the fact that he was impressed with what he was looking at - and he had lots of legs and cleavage to see. He led them into the house, through a large foyer past a curving staircase leading to the second floor and past numerous doors. As he walked he pointed at various doors stating office, bathroom, etc. Finally, he stopped at large double doors and said this father was inside and they should go on in, and then he turned and left.

They all looked at each other, firmly nodded their heads to the muted murmurs of 'let's do this', and then Angie pushed the door open and led the way in. The library was a cavernous, two-story room, lined with heavily laden bookshelves. Along one side was a large fireplace - not burning right now - and at the end was a large desk and comfortable captain's chair. In front of the desk were positioned three smaller chairs. In the middle of the room were two couches and two cushy chairs positioned opposite each other across a low coffee table. The room carried the scent of good cigars and better brandy. Now, with daylight streaming in through the tall windows it looked imposing and business-like, but they could tell that when it became dark outside the room would transform into a comfortable, relaxing and welcoming environment.

Mr. Big was standing behind his desk and he smiled and nodded at Angie and Karly as they strode in. His smile turned to puzzlement as the rest of the friends trooped in behind them. For a moment they stood in a gaggle inside the door, however, Mr. Big quickly gathered himself noting aloud that there were more folks than he anticipated and he moved from behind the desk motioning for them to take seats around the coffee table. He took one of the end chairs and with a momentary hesitation Angie took the other. Her friends seated themselves three to a couch.

He took time looking at each of the ladies, nodding appreciatively at all of the bare legs and visible cleavage. Finally he looked across the table at Angie and asked, "so, tell me about this 'unconventional' business proposal that you have."

Angie gathered herself mentally, leaned forward slightly, and began to talk. She introduced all of her friends, telling of their husbands and children (each of her friends waved their wedding rings at Mr. Big when they were named), their university education, and their desire to get out of the house which prompted their quest for jobs that they would enjoy but still wouldn't take too much time away from their young families. She talked about the fact that they concluded that their only option was to start their own business so that they could better control what they were doing. They wanted to use their skills, but also wanted to have fun. She outlined again the skills that each brought to the company - including her degree in accounting and management, Karly's in communications, Erin's in computers, etc.. Her friends chimed in with elaborations as necessary.

Angie then emphasized again their decision to only 'do' work that they liked to do - to make it as little like 'work' as possible she said with a big smile, and she also emphasized the requirement that the work had to be around their home schedules. Again, she stated firmly that they were all new mothers with loving husbands and that the families' requirements would have to remain top priority. Angie paused as she realized that she wasn't getting to the point and she saw Mr. Big's eyes starting to wander. She leaned over in her seat and made a little display of twisting side-to-side and waving her hand to encompass all of her friends - she knew she had Mr. Big's attention again as his eyes zeroed in on her nipples which were playing peak-a-boo as she moved. She smiled and then the young woman paused again briefly before stating bluntly that they had decided to form an escort service, and that they would all be not only the owners, but also the escorts. Mr. Big sat back in his chair and his eyes stared straight into Angie's. He had not been expecting that!

He was obviously thinking, but as his eyes moved from young woman to young woman at least he didn't outright say 'no', or laugh. Eventually, after what seemed a very long, silent, time of consideration, Mr. Big arose from his chair and went to his desk, picking up a pad of paper and a pen and then returned to his seat. Sarah had been prepared and also pulled paper and pen from her purse so that she could take notes. Mr. Big nodded with a small smile as he saw that. Then he started listing all of the business questions that needed answering. Market, banking, start-up capital, operating costs and more were included in the list. Angie sat back and let her friends take over and get involved in the conversation at that point. She found it amusing to watch these very under-dressed young women - her friends - heatedly discussing business principles and almost laughed out loud when Erin was emphatically trying to make a point, waving her hands in the air while her breasts popped out of her shirt. Mr. Big's eyes focused in on the young woman's nipples and it wasn't until Erin noticed his distraction that she stopped, looked down at her own naked tits, giggled and put them away before continuing with his attention again. It went on for hours. Sarah took lots of notes.

Eventually, at around nine, Mr. Big called a break saying that he thought that they had covered and solved most of the potential issues. He then went to the phone on his desk and asked for someone to bring refreshments. Then he dialed anouther number and told the person that he was talking to that he should come to the library and bring his brother and his brother's wife with him. They waited, chatting, as an older lady and gentleman brought in pastries and cold cuts and then the older man moved a section of the library wall revealing a wet bar from which drinks were served to everybody. All of the friends selected wine while Mr. Big asked for a scotch. As they were settling in to the drinks the young man that had met them before (now with a shirt on), along with a slightly older man (about the same age as the ladies) and woman (also about their age) also arrived. Mr. Big introduced them as his sons and daughter. The new arrivals pulled up the three chairs from in front of the desk to join the group around the coffee table. The servers brought drinks to Mr. Big's children, after which the big man thanked them and then stated that they could look after themselves for refills. Then they departed, pulling the double door shut behind them. 

Mr. Big cleared his throat. He said that the idea had merit, but while he thought he knew, he wanted to confirm exactly what the ladies wanted him to do. He said that he understood that they wanted him to provide start-up costs, initial operating financing, book-keeping services (through the accounting office that he owned - even though that would have to be handled delicately), as well as access to the right kind of market (meaning directing his friends and their friends to the young mothers, thereby ensuring the right kind of clientele). The ladies agreed that that was exactly what they were looking for - they needed help with all of that.

He allowed that, surprising even himself, he was interested. He proposed that he would place each of the ladies on the payroll of whichever of his companies was the most appropriate to their skills. The ladies were surprised by that but he explained that there were two reasons. First, they would need a legitimate business to move their 'pay' through, and secondly, and probably more importantly, they would have to be able to tell their husbands where they were running off to when they had to go to work. The ladies looked at each other, and then had to agree that Mr. Big was probably correct. They hadn't really thought about that. 

He looked at Angie and indicated that since she had the financial background and appeared to be the prime-mover behind the proposal, she would act as the CEO of the new business, would be placed in his accounting firm, and they would hire his daughter as a part time bookkeeper there as well. Angie knew that Bob would be very happy that his wife had a part time job in her field of financial management. They agreed with smiles - although the daughter-in-law still didn't know what she would be bookkeeping for. All of the young women were reassured that they could now tell their husbands that they had part time jobs that they had to go to from time to time. Mr. Big had anticipated that need well. As well, they agreed to have Erin design the necessary web site, with assistance from an IT guy that Mr. Big was positive could work confidentially. Erin would be paid for the work separately, as a sub-contractor.

Then Mr. Big called for silence from the babbling women. He said that all of that would cost them thirty percent of their company and something else that he would bring up later. That number allowed each of the friends to retain ten percent ownership. After a little discussion, and a half-hearted attempt to negotiate, they agreed. Mr. Big was pretty clear that he wouldn't budge on the ownership requirement. 

Through all of this his children were wondering about what was being talked about as no one had referenced the type of business at any time. They were very puzzled when Mr. Big announced that his daughter would bookkeep and that his sons would be in charge of security, ensuring that everyone got to their work and returned home safely. They would be paid, and paid well, as employees of the new company. The ladies looked at the two young men for a moment and all broke out in radiant smiles. They had been very concerned about the topic of security. The sons were still confused, but shrugged their shoulders, accepting the direction from their father. They were used to it. 

Everybody was nodding so Mr. Big stated that it looked like everything was ready to go, and they could probably get started on set-up work on Monday. The friends nodded again, their faces lit by huge smiles. 

He said that before he discussed the last bit of compensation that he would need before coming on board, he needed to make sure of one final thing. The young women all leaned forward in their chairs paying close attention. Mr. Big paused, and then taking a moment to look each one in the eye, he ended gazing at Angie and told them that he would need proof that they were serious.

Quietly Angie asked what kind of 'proof' did he need? 

He smiled widely, and then told his oldest son to go to the safe and bring him the manila envelope that he would find there. His son rose and went to crouch behind the desk. They all heard him open a safe and then close it again before he stood up and walked to his father, handing him a large manila envelope that obviously held something. Mr. Big bent forward and opening the envelope he spilled its contents onto the table in front of them. They watched as bundles of twenty dollar bills tumbled out on to the table.

Mr. Big looked at his children and told them matter-of-factly that these beautiful young women - these young wives and mothers - were proposing to form an escort business with help from him. His children were worldly, even the younger son, so none displayed any shock. In fact, all of them instantly became less discreet in their staring at the bits of flesh on display in the room. 

Then Mr. Big stated that there was $5,000 on the table, and, looking at each of the women in turn, if they were really serious about being escorts, he was going to buy their services, for himself and his family. Right now. 

After a pause pregnant with silence he continued, wanting to rearrange people. He told Angie to stand up and then his daughter to take the vacant chair. He asked Angie to come stand beside him. The daughter-in-law moved and as she sat she pulled her skirt up revealing long lengths of thigh and leaving the skirt bunched in her lap barely covering anything. Mia and Kathy were told to join her in the chair. Mia sat on one arm of the chair, but had to lean down with her own hand on the back to gain some balance. Daughter-in-law reached up to pull Mia further off balance and down so that their lips connected in a kiss. Kathy stood for a second looking at the occupied pair until daughter-in-law directed her to kneel at her feet, grabbed one hand and pulled it up, placing it just under her own skirt before returning her attention to Mia's lips. Kathy hesitated, looking up at Angie and mouthing something to the effect that she had never done 'a woman' to which Angie just shrugged and smiled. Kathy grinned back and got to work with her fingers.

Sarah and Cathy were told to join his youngest son on one of the couches. As they arose to change places, he also stood, pulling his shirt off over his head revealing a narrow waist and broad muscular shoulders and arms. Then he undid and dropped his shorts to the ground - he was commando, revealing a very tight muscular ass and thighs. Both young woman paused a moment while they watched his prick jerk and jump into full erection. He pulled them both into his arms, kissing one and then the other. Sarah was very stiff at first, and Angie could tell that she was having reservations about kissing a man who wasn't her husband. The young man told Cathy to put his cock in her mouth and not let it out until she was swallowing his cum, and then he sat, pulling Sarah down to kneel on the couch beside him. Cathy was already down on her knees and holding the boy's prick in her hands when he ripped Sarah's blouse from her body drawing a squeak from her. Mr. Big murmured to Angie that his son had a lot of enthusiasm. Sarah's hands were momentarily on the man's shoulders trying to push him back - and Mr. Big was just about to intervene to help her out - when she gave up and pulled the man's mouth to her nipple, her squeak turning to a moan.

Karly and Erin were directed to join Mr. Big's oldest son on the other couch. The son had been observing his wife shove her tongue into Mia's mouth so hadn't moved. Erin stood and stripped, revealing her fully nude body to everybody - the first of the young mothers to bare it all to their prospective business partners. She stepped up and straddled the son's lap, and pulled his head around to kiss him passionately. Karly pulled her shirt off, displaying the large breasts that Mr. Big had seen and felt earlier in the gym change room. She bent over behind Erin and reached around to grab and squeeze Erin's tits, dragging a squeal from her.

As he watched, Mr. Big sat in his chair and idly ran his hand up the inside of Angie's leg while they looked at everybody else. Angie looked at her friends. While she had already 'escorted' once with the engineer, none of her friends had ever had sex outside of their marriages - their continual exhibitionism at the gym and beach did not come close - and she realized at that moment that this really would be the test of whether they were prepared to make their business proposal a reality. As his children started to take advantage of the young women, Mr. Big stated that his children would now be able to enjoy the women partnered with them, in any way that they directed. At the end of an hour they would talk again to decide whether the business proposal was really something that the young women wanted to pursue, and if so, whether he and his family really wanted to support it. He emphasized that none of the women had to 'do' anything but that would be taken to mean that they did not really want to be in the escort business. If they were going to be escorts, they would, of course, 'do' everything asked of them. By that point, his fingers were idly flicking along Angie's nether lips - she had spread her legs a bit so as to improve his access, and she could feel herself starting to moisten down there and that she was starting to tingle all over! 

The young woman bit her lip as she moved her gaze down to the large man whose hand was on her. He was looking at her face and commented quietly that he appreciated the fact that she was totally bare down there and he flicked his fingertips up and down her lips as he said that. Then he said that they should leave her friends with his family - so that they could make assessments independent of him. That meant that Angie and Mr. Big would be leaving the room for a while.

He smiled at her and told her that before they went anywhere though he wanted her nude. She smiled down at him and suggested that removing the skirt would be difficult given where his fingers were. He briefly dipped them into her moist box, pushing two fingers in to the first knuckle and eliciting a groan from Angie as he briefly wiggled them, before he trailed them down her leg and let her go. Angie bent down and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before whispering to him, asking whether he would like to undo her buttons? He grinned again and stood, towering over her, and began by undoing the one button holding her jacket in place. He brushed the jacket off of her shoulders and stood back to gaze down at her, taking in her nipples poking through her blouse. Angie undid the cuffs on the sleeves and then Mr. Big pulled her blouse open ripping the three buttons off of her shirt. She gasped and he bent down to whisper in her ear, "business expense" and then kissed her fiercely on the lips pressing his hard into hers. Each of his hands held a breast which he squeezed and fondled before pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.