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Dinner had been a disaster. Russell did his best to take
long slow breaths as he watched the road roll by under the headlights spilling
out into the night ahead. The fine dining seafood house had been farther away
than he thought around the other side of the secluded lake making for a later
start and a longer night.

His wife Camille put her hand on his leg from the passenger
seat. He pulled his knee away from her touch as he focused on the road and
mulled his thoughts. Camille took her hand back and looked out her window in
the darkness. She sighed.

Someone in the backseat sighed too. Russell wasn’t sure if
it was Brent or his wife Nadia. They were capital investors that backed dozens
of startups just like what Russell and Camille were attempting.

Russell’s coworkers had warned him not to go in business
with his own wife as he left his office job on his last day as someone else’s
employee. Camille was good at closing deals, but those skills seemed to dry
right up tonight when he needed her to deliver the most. His normally charming
wife had told the most awkward jokes at the most awkward moments. The only part
more awkward than her bumbling humor tonight was the long, painful silences
between.

Food had come slow and it was painfully obvious before the salads
were done that Russell was not going to be able to turn the night around. He
had become his own man just to go begging money off of self important pricks
like Brent and his fake titted wife Nadia.

Russell still tasted the rich, four berry cheesecake from
dessert and his own failure thick in his throat. He would be writing off a ton
more from this damn dinner than he made in investment from it.

That ass hat Brent had kept ordering wine for himself and
his sexpot wife. She got giggly from being tipsy and the awkwardness of the
dinner. Nadia had slid down in her seat and spread her legs. Brent had caught
Russell staring at Nadia’s leopard print, silk panties. There was no playing it
off. Her dark hair was still out of place in Russell’s rearview mirror. As she
muttered to Brent in the backseat, her Eastern European accent was rising in
her voice which it had been doing since the night and the drinks progressed.

Russell turned on the radio.

Brent spoke up from the backseat. “It’s kind of loud back
here.”

Russell shut off his radio and shook his head.

The flashing lights caught his attention ahead. Wooden
gates with orange and white stripes crisscrossed over the road. An electronic
arrow lit up pointing them off to the right on a side road that Russell did not
know at all. “Just perfect.”

“What’s going on?” Brent asked.

“Roadblock. Detour.” Russell made the turn. The side road
was rough, narrow, and poorly lit. Russell was ready to drive into the lake at
this point, if he could find it. “I’ll get you back to your car as quick as I
can.”

Nadia laughed and said, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“What’s that?” Russell said.

Brent cleared his throat. “Nadia doubts your ability to get
us where we want to go.”

***

“In business or on the road.” She mumbled.

“Well, you have money. That usually buys a person the right
to run their mouths, but I paid for all the wine you drank tonight, so looks
like I’m the only one that gets to mouth off in this car tonight. Sound good,
kids?”

Brent cleared his throat. “Don’t mind a little fire in a
business discussion, Russell, but don’t talk to my wife that way.”

Camille turned around in her seat. “Fine. I’ll talk to her
that way. Don’t run your mouth at my husband or I’ll find a way to close it for
you.”

Nadia laughed. “You don’t know who you are dealing with,
blondy.”

“I have an idea.” Camille narrowed her eyes still staring
into the backseat.

Nadia shook her head and stuck out her tongue at Camille.
“I know more than one way to loosen up tight little tarts like you, Ms.
Camille.”

Camille shook her head disturbing the blond curls around
her face.

Brent laughed. “This is the most interesting conversation
I’ve heard all night. I might just invest so I can see our wives go at it more
often.”

Russell made a turn and looked over his shoulder at the
street sign. He had no idea where he was. “I’ll try to get us back while
everyone still has their eyes.”

“That will give Ms. Camille more time to tell me what she
thinks she will do to me, huh?” Nadia stuck out her tongue again.

“Brent?” Camille waved her hand in Nadia’s direction. “You
think you might be able to stick something in her mouth to quiet her down for
me?”

“I have a few ideas.” Brent laughed. “Nadia gets nice and
loose with a little wine. I was actually thinking of giving her a good stuffing
once we got back to my car. I can do that here, if you two are still in the
entertaining mood.”

Nadia slapped Brent’s chest. “So funny, mister. How about I
suck off Russell while he drives to help him relax. He was taking a peek at my
panties earlier.”

“You saw that too, huh?” Brent said.

Russell sighed and made another turn. He was doubling back
in the wrong direction he was pretty sure. “It was hard not to. I think you
slid down in your seat until you were wearing your dress as a shirt.”

“He’s got you there, Dear,” Brent said.

“I think you should give them the money,” Nadia said. “I am
starting to like these two.”

“Is that so?” Brent said.

***

“Yes, they should have to earn it, but I think we should
give it to them.”

“Earn it, huh?” Brent said. “What do you have in mind,
Dear. Although I am terrified of what the answer might be.”

Nadia patted Brent’s face. She reached up and stroked
Camille’s arm. Camille pulled her arm up away from Nadia and Nadia let out
another throaty laugh.

Russell was trying to watch, but stopped at a stop sign and
squinted to read the street sign above. It was a state road number and did not
help him in the least. He thumbed on his turn signal even though there were no
other cars around and he made a right.

“I guess she doesn’t feel up to earning,” Nadia said.
“Maybe they don’t need the money. I’ll have to wait until we get back to our
car tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll get us there,” Russell said watching the road ahead.

“You want Russell to pull over and give you a good banging
before we make the deal. Is that it?” Camille asked.

Nadia shrugged. “Russell, Brent, you … someone needs to get
me off tonight.”

Brent laughed and whispered. “Good Lord, Nadia. Rein it in
a little.”

“Not Brent then,” Nadia said. “What about you, Camille?”

“Yeah, I don’t think Russell wants me or anyone else
banging you in his back seat, Nadia. Take it easy,” Brent said.

Russell took a hooking curve slowly as the guard rail
rolled by in the headlights. “They are leather seats. They’ll clean up nicely.
Knock yourself out.”

Brent laughed.

Nadia leaned up and ran her fingernails lightly over
Russell’s neck. He shivered, but kept both hands on the wheel. “Would you watch
me in the mirror? I like that.”

Camille slapped Nadia’s hand away from her husband. Nadia
kept her chin rested on the front seat as she stared at Camille. “Oh, you want
my touch then, Ms. Camille? You are the deal closer after all, it seems.”

Camille snorted. “You want me to eat your pussy, Nadia. Is
that it?”

“Leather seats, right?” Nadia shrugged. “I wouldn’t refuse.
That beautiful, blond bob cut between my legs.”

Brent pulled at the back of Nadia’s dress. “Too much,
Nadia. Lay off.”

Nadia swatted his hand away. “Camille is a big girl. She
can make her own decisions about which pussies and cocks she plays with.”

Camille leaned closer to Nadia’s face over her seat.
Russell stole a glance, but turned back to face the dark road.

Camille said, “Why don’t you eat my pussy, Nadia, and show
me how it is done.”

“I wouldn’t refuse.” Nadia blew a kiss.

Camille leaned in and kissed Nadia on the lips. When she
pulled away, Camille patted Nadia’s cheek a couple times. “Enjoy the rest of
your night, Nadia.”

“I’m trying to.” Nadia leaned back next to Brent. “Dinners
and wine and long drives to fancy restaurants are such a game. Not even a fun
game.”

Camille shook her head. “That much I agree with.”

“I want to be entertained. Start ups are about risk. I want
to see people who know how to take a risk and make it their own,” Nadia said.

Camille narrowed her eyes. “Are you talking business now or
something else?”

“All of it,” Nadia said.

Camille looked at Russell and then back into the back seat.
She reached over and closed her hand over his crotch. He didn’t realize how
hard he was until his wife took hold of him. He did not push her hand away this
time, but made the next turn on another road he didn’t know.

“Are we making a deal with Brent or with you?” Camille
asked.

Nadia kissed Brent’s cheek and put her hand on his chest.
She turned her attention back on Camille. “We are a team like you and Russell.
That’s why I had high hopes for you, Ms. Camille.”

“For the business or the pleasure?” Camille stroked
Russell’s cock through his slacks as she dealt with Nadia over the back of the
seat.

“Both again,” Nadia said.

“We know how to handle risk,” Camille said. “Both kinds.
State your terms.”

Nadia laughed. “Oh, now it’s getting fun. How about if you
make me cum before we get back to our car, then we are in business?”

“While the men watch?” Camille asked.

***

“They can play too,” Nadia said. “If you make us both cum
before we get back to the car, we’ll double the investment.”

“Hey,” Brent said. “That’s a lot of money.”

“She’s a lot of woman,” Nadia said. “We are investing in
value here.”

Camille looked at Russell and cupped his balls through his
pants as he drove. “What do you say, Russell?”

He shrugged. “You are the deal closer. Leather seats,
right?”

Camille laughed and let go of him. “So that’s the game?”

“If I can make Russell cum before we get to the car, you
sign over half the start up to us,” Nadia said.

Brent whistled. “Wow. That’s steep.”

“Very steep,” Camille said.

“Show me how you two handle risk,” Nadia said.

Nadia pulled down the top of her dress. She pinched each of
her nipples and pulled her tits out to rest fully exposed.

Russell adjusted his mirror for a better view.

Nadia stuck out her tongue at him and guided Brent’s face down
to suck on her nipple. Brent ran his hand up Nadia’s leg. Russell sat up in his
seat to see Brent pawing at Nadia’s leopard print panties in his backseat.

Nadia unzipped Brent and her hand disappeared into his
pants. “Am I doing all the work back here, Camille? That’s not the kind of
partnership we are looking for.”

Camille slid her arms out of her dress and pushed it down
past her tits. She was a little smaller than Nadia, but not by much. Russell
held his lane with one hand on the steering wheel and felt blindly at each of
his wife’s breasts.

Nadia leaned up to have a look pulling her nipple from
Brent’s mouth. Camille put her hand on Nadia’s forehead and pushed her back
against the back seat again. Russell saw Nadia’s tits bounce in his rearview
mirror. As he put both hands back on the wheel, he considered seeing if he
could find a rougher road to make them jiggle more. She would probably
appreciate the vibration.

Brent slid his fingers inside Nadia’s panties from the
side. She slid down in the seat spreading her legs wider. The motion pushed the
bottom of her dress up past her hips and over her ass. This seemed to be a move
she did well.

Nadia worked Brent’s cock up out of his open pants and
continued to stroke him. A swatch of light from a street lamp showed through
the window revealing the Brent was about nine inches long and thick. Nadia
stroked with a loose wrist motion that pumped the cock from side to side as she
cranked it up and down between her fingers. Russell wanted that technique tried
out on him soon, if he could.

Camille rose up on her knees showing her tits over the back
of the seat. She had Brent and Nadia’s attention. Camille worked her dress down
past her waist and over the luscious curve of her ass. Her lacey thong was the
same dark color as her dress that she slid under her knees and off the heels
she left on.

Russell reached out and rubbed his wife’s ass cheek. He
gave it one crisp smack and Camille licked her lips.

Nadia hummed and then said, “Yes, spank that bad, bad girl.
Let her have it.”

“I thought you were the one that wanted this,” Camilla
said. She rocked her shoulders from side to side shaking her tits for them.

Nadia licked her lips. “I won’t refuse it.”

Russell felt Camille’s legs and then traced his fingers up
the thing line of her thong between her ass cheeks. He took a deep breath and
put both hands back on the wheel.

“Show me how he likes it,” Camille said.

Nadia smiled and ducked under Brent’s arm. She did not want
his fingers to leave her pussy. Nadia brushed her teeth over the head of his
cock. Brent moaned and threw his head back on the seat. Nadia kept teasing him
with her teeth, but then put her tongue into the mix pressing it down and
around the head. Brent thrust up and Nadia took his length in and out of her
lips before going back to licking and brushed his cock against her teeth.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he said.

Nadia worked his pants off and down. Brent sat bare assed
on Russell’s seat as Nadia bobbed her head on his shaft and played with his
balls.

He pulled her dress up higher and pushed Nadia’s panties
down off her ass. Russell adjusted his mirror to get a better look. Brent pumped
three fingers in and out of Nadia’s pussy from behind as she sucked him.

Brent breathed. “Suck my balls too.”

Nadia stroked his length as she tongued and kissed his
balls with loud, wet smacks.

***