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I am the Midwest Regional Marketing Manager for a large industrial equipment company, and my wife and I took a business trip to New Orleans about fifteen years ago that changed our lives. I was forty-three years old at the time, and my wife Joan was forty.Joan is five feet and six inches tall and weighed about one hundred and twenty-five pounds at the time of this story. She?s a beautiful brunette with sparkling green eyes, and has a slim waist and gorgeous 36D breasts, which are still rather firm, given that she breastfed our two kids.We had a fairly good sex life, but because my cock is small and I cum very quickly, it had become routine for me to orally bring Joan to orgasm after I shot my load. I don't mind the taste of my own cum since I also had my mouth on Joan?s beautiful and tasty pussy.*I was a very successful, up-and-coming marketing manager at the time, and had a reputation for being able to land new clients for the company. My bosses, the President, Bill, and COO, Phil, invited Joan and me to the annual trade show being held that year in New Orleans. We had been to many company functions with Bill and Phil over the years, and we seemed to be invited to events that some of the other marketing managers weren't invited to. I?d like to think that was because of my professional abilities, but I know that Bill and Phil were both quite taken with Joan.Many of the company events provided dinner, drinks, and dancing, and my bosses almost always danced with Joan, but only later in the evening after everyone was loosened up from the drinking. Joan was a very conservative, church-going wife, and she usually became quite upset if anyone made any sexual advances towards her.However, at those events, she told me that Bill and Phil would sometimes 'accidentally' rub her gorgeous ass or the side of her tits, or even push their bulging crotches into her as they held her close. But given that she usually had been drinking quite a bit by that time, she let her guard down a bit. She told me about their rubbing her, but she did not want me to make an issue of it, writing it off to their inebriation.My bosses wanted us to join them at this trade show because they had made plans to meet a new, potential client there, and wanted me to help socialize with him and try to get his business. Joan?s beauty would also be an attraction. The client?s name is Jim, but most people called him 'Tex',and he is the CEO of a manufacturing company in Texas, which was in the izmir rus escort market for industrial equipment to start a new product line.Bill told me before we arrived in New Orleans that Tex had made it clear that he wanted to be 'entertained' while he was at the convention, and Bill had arrangemented for an escort to be available to keep Tex happy for the three days of the trade show. Tex also wanted to have pictures taken of him with the escort, to provide proof to his friends in Texas that he was truly entertained at the trade show.Tex is a big man, probably about six feet and four inches tall with a very large build, although he wasn't stocky. He looked like he could have been a football linebacker. We all met Tex at the trade show reception, and after shaking my hand (his hand was huge), he leaned down and gave Joan a hug as a greeting, which somehow seemed appropriate since he was so personable.I quietly asked Bill where the escort was, and he nervously said that she should be along in a few minutes. We all had several drinks at the reception, which lasted about an hour, and then it was time to move to the ballroom for dinner.Tex had been flirting with Joan at the reception, but since she had a few drinks, it was not upsetting to her. At this point, Bill and Phil were starting to get worried because the escort had not yet shown up, and they wanted her to be there to sit with Tex at dinner. Just then Bill?s cell phone rang, and his expression seemed to change from worry to panic. He said that the escort had fallen ill and would not be joining us at the trade show. What was even worse was that the escort agency couldn't find a replacement on such short notice.Bill pulled Joan and me aside to discuss the problem of the escort not showing up. He asked if Joan and I would be kind enough to sit with Tex during dinner, with Joan between us and at his side. He sheepishly admitted that the escort was going to provide much more than just company at dinner for Tex, and that he was definitely not asking Joan to step into that roll.He just hoped that by having Joan at Tex?s side that would help to calm some of his disappointment at not having the escort, especially since he was obviously quite impressed with Joan?s appearance and demeanor at the reception. Under normal circumstances, just the thought of stepping into even part of the escort?s role would have angered Joan, but after having a few drinks, and considering izmir otele gelen escort bayan that she would be helping the company and my career, she agreed.We took our seats at the table, and Tex seemed appreciative that Joan was at his side. Dinner was uneventful, except that Tex made sure that Joan?s wine glass was full and that she also had a fresh mixed drink in front of her at all times. As you might expect from someone in his position, he was very charming at dinner and paid a lot of attention to Joan, by including her in all of the conversations. Joan was also enjoying herself, and I noticed that she would sometimes rest her hand on his arm when making a point, and they laughed together at the light conversation. At the end of dinner the tables were cleared, the orchestra began playing, and the dance floor was opened to the guests.I danced with Joan a couple of times, but Tex spent most of the time on the dance floor with her, and Bill and Phil also took a few turns. I thought it seemed like a natural result of Joan helping to entertain Tex. I started to notice that on the slow dances Tex was holding Joan very close, and I thought that I saw his hand drop to her ass a couple of times. It also looked like he might have been pushing his crotch into her stomach, due to their closeness and difference in height.In the past Joan would always let me know if someone was making sexual advances, like in the case of Bill and Phil, but she didn?t say anything about it when she periodically returned to the table. I also noticed that Bill and Phil were dancing very close to her, and it looked like they were rubbing her as well. I also couldn?t help but notice that Bill and Phil had noticeable lumps in their pants when they left the dance floor.The evening wore on for three hours, and Bill made sure that the drinks kept coming. He was openly encouraging Joan and me to drink more, under the pretext of entertaining our guest. Finally, at midnight, the dance was over, and the orchestra finished their last song. Tex then invited all of us to continue the evening in the suite that our company was providing him. I was thinking that it was getting very late and knew that Joan and I had much more to drink than we should have, but Bill insisted that we join the group.When we got to Tex?s suite he turned on the sound system and played slow dance music, and the three men continued dancing with Joan, who seemed Escort Buca to have gained new energy. I was becoming very sleepy, due to the lateness of the hour and the amount I had to drink, and I just sat quietly on the couch as they took turns dancing with Joan.I know that it wasn?t my imagination, though as I watched them continue to fondle Joan, in a more obvious way than before. They were openly rubbing her tits and at one point Tex placed both of his hands on her ass and pulled her close to him. Joan seemed to struggle a little at his aggressive move, but then kind of resigned herself to it. In the spirit of making the client happy, and given that Joan wasn't protesting, I didn?t do anything to spoil their fun.After dancing that way for another hour or so, Tex announced that he wanted to take some innocent pictures with Joan to show his friends how pretty she is. At that point Bill called the photographer that he had arranged for earlier when he thought the escort would be with Tex, and he was still able to come to Tex?s room. His ready availability seemed a little odd to me at the time.The pictures began innocently enough, with Joan standing next to Tex while he placed his arm around her. Then he had her sit on his knee, and he placed his hand on Joan?s knee, while the photographer snapped away. Joan was obviously very drunk at that point, and willingly followed all the photographer?s instructions.The pictures became more and more explicit, until Joan was asked to lower her blouse from her shoulders and show her cleavage, which is plentiful. I was surprised when she didn?t object, and then just before the next picture was snapped, Tex cupped her tit with the bra still on. I started to get up from the couch to protest Tex?s actions, but Bill and Phil sat down on either side of me on the couch and held me there. From there Joan removed her blouse and bra completely. She was sitting there with her beautiful breasts exposed for everyone to see.The next set of pictures was even more brazen as Tex positioned himself with his mouth on one breast, while fondling the other one. Tex then took off his shirt and they took a few more pictures of both of them with bare tops in various positions. Bill and Phil were holding me in place with one hand and openly rubbing their obvious hard dicks through their pants. I was also getting a little aroused and didn?t struggle further against them. I was afraid of angering them and losing my job.Tex is very well built and Joan seemed to be impressed with his physique. During this sequence the photographer also posed Joan?s hand on Tex?s thigh, and then kept moving it ever closer to Tex?s crotch. The next series of photos took the session to a whole new level, when Joan was asked to remover her skirt, and Tex removed his trousers.