Pimping Wife for Ambition

Authors Notes:

All Characters Within and 18 years of age or older.

This story contains themes of hotwife, impregnation, older man/younger woman, and bathing suits.

Owen Spare is an ambitious young associate in Gregg Finch's firm. After a late night of working at an exclusive hotel, Owen recognizes an opportunity to curry favor with the boss by offering his wife as a midnight snack. Rylee Spade is all to willing to aid in her husband's ambitions.

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Pimping My Wife for Ambition

"Have you looked at the quarter four numbers for depreciating manufacturing assets?" The question came laden with exhaustion. Sagging eyes and waning energy engulfed a hotel room as two men poured over account books of far-flung investments.

Stroking his bald head, an older greyed man tried to make sense of it all. Across the table a more youthful subordinate clicked his pen, eyes burning with passion despite the hours stretching on.

The days of youthful passion for Gregg Finch had faded into the twilight of his career. Now he relied on the passions of the younger. His partner this evening was nearly 30 years his junior.

"Here, the answer is in the balance sheet under column G, they depreciated the Omaha assets before this quarter, and thus it is throwing off our numbers in column Y." The younger man clicked his pen again in self-satisfaction. Leaning back, he gave Gregg a sly smile.

But Gregg wasn't paying attention, he was staring out at the pool beyond the sliding glass doors. Its waters glowed with blue neon lights in the dark of the night. Constantly it captured his weary gaze as they worked through the late evening hours.

"Sir?" The younger man clicked his pen a third time, wondering if the boss had heard him. He was getting old and his attention often wavered. That's why Owen Spade was brought in to help with the more tedious work of being the CEO of a massive equities firm.

In this assignment, there was also an opportunity for the eager young associate to curry favor for advancement.

"Oh, I heard you, Owen." Gregg smiled across the coffee table at him. His wrinkled face had a pleased expression to it. It was not that Gregg was all too old, he only just barely reached retirement age. Rather, the long years of this career had begun to wear on him, and he was questioning what it was all for.

"That's why I bring you in, you're good people Owen." He nodded, reflecting on his own time as an ambitious associate and all he did to get where he was. Owen was a lot like him in his youth.

Owen paused his thirst for the numbers a moment to reflect on his boss. As the old man gazed off into the night he seemed so lost and full of regret. No doubt a fulfilling career did not always balance out with a fulfilling life.

Regardless, Owen attempted to press on.

"Well we still need to figure out their numbers in the European sector, and before we leave I want to-"

"Owen, isn't your wife lonely over there?" Gregg nodded to the wall behind Owen. In the room next door Owen's wife Rylee Spade was by herself. She tagged along on her husband's trip, enjoying the perks of an exclusive hotel while he worked.

"Oh, ha... she is just enjoying the peace and quiet away from the kids." Owen shrugged as he half-heartedly flipped through some financials. His attention distracted by the direction of this conversation.

"Hmmm." Gregg rubbed his chin, staring down at the papers with little interest.

"If I had a wife like her I'd want to spend some quality time with her." He chuckled as he looked out towards the water again.

Owen looked up at Gregg with an awkward smile. He felt bad for the old man. His wife left him some time ago because his career was more important. Now he gives Owen unsolicited life advice about how he should focus on his family. Owen certainly was focusing, he had his priorities straight and his wife was supportive of his ambitions. But he always politely nodded and listened to Gregg's words. It was therapeutic for the old man and gave him an illusion of a fatherly responsibility over Owen.

It also was amusing to hear Gregg's passing comments about his wife's body.

"She's had three kids? Pfft, when you told me that I couldn't believe it, and I still don't."

There it is. Owen grinned as Gregg mumbled around his obvious lust for Rylee. He clicked his pen once more as he looked through a few more papers, but focused more so on what Gregg would say next.

"She's got a nice set of hips that one does... ahhh sorry I don't mean to... it's late." Gregg caught himself, looking a little embarrassed.

Owen could only chuckle, he shook his head with a smile.

"Oh don't worry sir. She has a very nice set of hips... I know."

Both men chuckled knowingly as they returned to their work.

Involved in the finances once again Gregg's mind wandered back to staring at the neon blue lights of the pool. As he was distracted, Owen pulled out his phone. His thumb danced around the keys in a text to his wife.

(Owen) He's talking about your body again

(Rylee) Oh xD what is he saying this time?

(Owen) you have nice hips and he bets you are lonely ;)

(Owen) he would spend some "quality" time with you if you were his wife

(Rylee) ooo baby, at least someone would

(Owen) Hey

(Rylee) ;)

(Rylee) is it going well at least? Its almost midnight

(Owen) eh... it's a lot, and Gregg is not paying attention, I'm doing all the work.

(Rylee) Oh, I'm sorry... he better recognize that.

(Owen) I think he does, dunno. I'm exhausted though.

(Rylee) Come spend some quality time with me ;)

For a moment Owen put his phone down and became involved in the numbers again. His mind raced about all the work he was doing with little guarantee that he would get something in return. For all the career and life advice Gregg gave, and the sense of mentorship Gregg was building with him, he could still turn up empty-handed. The thought of it made his blood boil a bit, but then his blood went to another place.

Staring out into the night much like Gregg, Owen toyed with the devious thoughts in his head. Looking outside he had an idea. Their two rooms made up part of the "executive suite" of the hotel, excluded from the rest with many amenities, including a private pool.

(Owen) You remember that thing we talked about

(Rylee) huh?

(Owen) with Gregg and his thinly veiled lust for you

(Rylee) oh you mean... really?

(Owen) We aren't gonna get much more done tonight

(Owen) Why don't you put on that cute bikini and get in the pool?

He sat his phone down on the table waiting for a response. His heart raced at the idea of what he just asked her to do.

Flipping through papers, hardly able to keep real attention, he wondered if Rylee would answer him or if the idea turned her off completely. Owen figured he would deal with that situation later once he wrapped up a few reports. Even Gregg was beginning to get something done as the midnight hour crept on.

But before too long the sound of the sliding glass door next door caught both of their attention. Owen's heart was racing at this point wondering if she was going to go through with it. Gregg was eagerly watching out their slider to catch a shameless glimpse of Owen's wife.

Sure enough, Rylee strutted out onto the pool deck, pink string bikini hugging her MILFy hips as she came to the edge of the pool.

Gregg was gobstruck looking at her in her small bathing suit. It was the least amount of clothes he had ever seen Rylee in. Owen counted the seconds as Rylee purposefully stood at the edge of the water and gave Gregg a view of her, back turned. She was masterful.

Rylee had a woman's body, soft and robust with breasts that had fed a child. They were stuffed inside a bikini top that she rarely wore, threatening to burst out at any second. Her ass was plump, and round, and ran into her long slender legs. She was short in stature, "fun-sized" as they called it back in college.

For a brief second, the thirty-year-old mother and wife whipped around her long brunette hair and smiled at the pair of hard-working businessmen. Like a brilliant actress, she played her role well, waving her fingers at them. Though she primarily focused on Gregg as she stepped into the pool. The sight of her glorious body disappearing into the neon blue glow of the water was tantalizing.

Gregg hadn't stopped staring in her direction. Owen knew that they had him.

With a big yawn he sealed the deal, stretching his arms upward he stood.

"Man I'm tired, I don't know if I can do much more tonight."

"Ohhh, uh yea." The older man shook his head as if he was escaping a trance.

"Why don't you go join Rylee in the pool, it looks like a nice night for a swim." Owen smiled at Gregg as he casually made the suggestion.

"Huh... don't you want to... your wife?" Gregg looked puzzled, yet Owen knew inside he was burning with interest. He just needed a little push.

"Yeah, I'll join yall in a bit. I just need to go get changed and maybe take a shower or something." He grabbed his coat and bag before heading to the slider.

"She probably is bored and could use some company." He slid through the opening with those parting words. He found his way to the room next door, but not before giving his wife a knowing wink.

Anxiously she sat against the wall on the far side of the pool. Her arms held on to the pool deck as her breasts lay half submerged. It was the perfect vantage point for Gregg to ogle her some more as he decided whether to join.

To further entice him she gave him a warm and friendly smile. Rylee was known for being a sweet girl, always having a kind smile at company work parties and official engagements. It was a housewife-next-door sort of seductive charm.

It didn't take long for Gregg to commit to it, fumbling with the blinds to draw them partially closed as he changed into his bathing suit. Rylee almost thought she lost him before he came out onto the deck. Her smile returned and her heart raced as he neared.

"Hello, Mrs. Rylee." He nervously walked towards the edge of the pool. His eyes darted around but always landed back on her submerged body.

"Gregg, how are you?" She was trying to catch her anxious breath as he hung around the edge of the pool. "Owen isn't making you work too hard tonight is he?"

The mother of three and wife of nearly ten years couldn't believe she was about to go through with it. She and Owen had always joked about this since Gregg constantly made passing comments, they even teased a bit to each other about doing this. But Rylee hadn't thought it would actually happen.

"No no, not at all." Gregg waved his hand dismissively as he smiled. "Your husband is a hard worker, I don't know what I'd do without him." His eyes began to meet Rylee's peculiarly alluring gaze. It was almost like their eyes were having an entirely different conversation than their mouths. It did not easily translate and was open to a lot of interpretation. But one thing Gregg did know is it was a conversation entirely instigated by her beautiful green orbs.

"He is a really hard worker." She used a very sultry voice as she swished her lower half around in the water.

The crazy part of all of this was how aroused Rylee was by the idea of what she was going to do. It had been a long time since she had a man other than Owen, and she'd never had an older man before. Something inside of her felt like a high-dollar whore, and it wasn't a bad feeling at all.

Soft ripples met the steps near where Gregg stood as she moved her body around in the water. The silence between them was deafening, yet her eyes never stopped talking.

"Join me. It's nice in here." Her tone landed exactly as designed.

"Oh uh, well your husband is uh." He pointed back to their room.

"He'll be along, he is probably just checking emails or something." Rylee dismissed the thought and idea of Owen from this situation. Her eyes screamed at Gregg to get in the pool.

"Oh well alright, heh." The older man took a long step down to the first landing in the pool. For both of them, that step was massive. The second his foot hit the water Rylee knew her fate, and her body shuddered beneath the water as a strange grin captured her lips.

Gregg for being older was decently built. Broad shoulders with a bit of grey hair here and there. He wasn't all together slender, but he certainly was fit enough to excite the young mother.

The disturbed neon blue water of the pool sloshed around as it came up to his chest while he walked closer to Rylee. It lapped at her breasts with each wave that revuberstsd from the walls of the pool. There was an indistinguishable lustful gasp that came from Rylee as he neared. Whether Gregg caught on to it or he was distracted by his heartbeat was another story.

"It is nice in here." Few words came to either of their polluted minds as Gregg tried to make small talk.

"It is," Rylee said between long drawn out breaths.

"Just a sec." She nervously twisted her body around to face the wall. Reaching out she tried to grasp for her phone that was a few feet away from the edge. Her short arms however could not quite reach it, forcing her to pull herself up from the water.

Rylee now lay on her stomach along the edge of the pool, plump ass fully out of the water and on display for Greg. Her legs kicked around a bit to keep her stable, and between them, a soft mound concealed by the fabric of her bikini peaked at him.

"Ohhhh." Gregg couldn't help but hum his praise as he admired the woman's rump. Her ass looked delicious enough to bite and her bikini just seemed so frustratingly in the way.

Rylee of course knew what she was doing, even throwing in some wagging as she fumbled with her phone.

(Rylee) this is it... do I go through with it?

(Owen) Idk if he'd let you out of the pool now, you are giving him a good show

(Rylee) oh you can see?

(Owen) I wouldn't miss this.

(Rylee) Ok... here I go. ily

(Owen) You got this

She put her phone down and bit her bottom lip. Her eyes clenched shut as she took a deep breath and prepared to follow through with it all.

Looking back over her shoulder she smiled at Gregg, who was so engulfed in her ass he didn't realize he was caught.

"Is there something I can help you with Mr. Gregg?" Rylee slipped slowly back into the water, her ass disappearing beneath the ripples as his eyes followed it down. Twisting her body around she puffed out her chest and held on to the side of the pool confidently. Though in her heart she was as nervous as could be.

"Oh uh, sorry sorry I was just staring off into the distance." He scratched his balding head as he looked off into the night innocently.

"You mean you didn't like it?" Rylee playfully frowned.

"Liked what?" Gregg feigned ignorance.

"My ass." Her eyes locked with his once again and restarted their silent conversation.

"I I I I... uhhh." His stammering broke their eye contact.

The wet plop of Rylee's pink bikini bottoms on the pool deck silenced the older man's stammering. The young woman stood against the wall of the pool bottomless, her pale skin a blurry illusion as they both reconciled their situation.

Gregg didn't know what to say, his eyes trying desperately to decipher the watery blur beneath her.

"One second. I need to check my phone again." She smiled at him and slowly turned. Her body was raised out of the pool once more, bottom exposed to the air. Only this time there was no bikini bottom in the way of her matured slit between her thighs.

She pretended to look at her phone this time, despite the texts from her husband that lauded her skills at tantalizing men. She waited for Gregg to engage her as she wagged her lower half. She even opened her legs a bit for a full view of her sex.

Gregg stared and stared, even taking a small step closer. But as he looked over his shoulder towards the room Owen was in, he seemed sheepish to go further.

"Mr. Greg." Rylee looked back at him and smiled.

"You can touch me if you want." She bit her lip, eyes begging him.

Looking over his shoulder again he stammered once more.

"Bbbbut your husband?" His breath was labored.

"Don't worry about him. He knows I'm a grown woman who can make her own decisions."

Gregg didn't quite understand it, young people these days were nothing like the ones in his day. But he also didn't need to be encouraged further. His previously existing lust for Rylee was on fire with her wonton display. The intoxicating view of her ass and sex was at eye level with him, and he was hungry.

Coming close to where she hung, he grasped a cheek with his hand and squeezed it. His eyes met hers for approval, Rylee cooing to confirm. Both hands wasted no time grabbing either cheek, kneading her rump as he stared into her pussy. It had a bit of stubble around the edges and a MILFy glow to its lips. Her folds opened and closed as he manipulated her ass. He grinned as he noticed her pink hole was moist with more than just pool water.

"Oh my god." That is all he would say before diving in. Rylee gave a surprised yelp as his mouth, tongue, nose, and surprising spirit met her sex. He sloppily moved around her, his tongue lapping at every part of her womanhood that he could. His nose buried itself into her hole while his lips kissed her clit and sent shivers down her body.

Rylee moaned loudly as she grasped the wet pool deck. Her body pressed against the coping as she braced her legs around his sides.

"Oh ohhhhhhh Gregg Oh my god." She was astonished at his vigor in the act. Luckily they were secluded as she didn't hold a single moan, whimper, or whine back.

Half expecting a weary old man that would pump and dump her, a surprised Rylee enjoyed the fire burning between her thighs. His tongue was driving her crazy as it moved around her entirety like a little appendage. Vulva, clit, labia, and vagina, nothing escaped its wet tickles as she sang his praises loudly.

He was a curious old man, not content to stay on one part of her too long. He gave attention to every bit, his lips pulling at her labia playfully before finding her ass cheek and giving it a hearty bite.

"Ahhh!" Rylee was surprised by the sharp gnash of his teeth. He even followed it through with a swat to her opposite cheek with his hand, leaving a red mark.

Rylee's moans were half whoreish trumpeting and half surprised yelps. So much so that she noticed on her phone Owen checking in on her.

(Owen) are you still ok?

She was too far from her phone and far too involved to respond, so instead, she decided to sing Mr. Gregg's praises to Owen.

"Oh my god! Yesss! Yesss!" She squealed as he enveloped her clit with his mouth and dug two fingers between her lips. He finger fucked her in an intense and ungentle way. Not that the grown woman wanted it gentle by any means.

(Owen) Good girl.

"Are you alright Mrs. Rylee?" Greg came up for air for the first time as his employee's wife still lay face down against the pool deck.

"Yesss." She gulped and caught a breath before moaning the word.

"Good." Gregg leaned over and bit her ass hard. The woman beneath him screamed out with pain and ecstasy as he did.

"Get down here with me." He ordered.

Rylee slipped back into the pool. The water was freezing compared to how hot her body felt. His tone was so far departed from the nervous old man that had entered the pool. As she turned around to face him, she looked up nervously. No longer was she in control of the situation.

As he closed all personal distance between them she smiled, loosening the straps of her bikini top and tossing it aside.

Rylee's large motherly tits floated above the water as she accepted his proximity. Gregg waited neither for permission nor invitation as he took possession of her breasts. His gropes were rough and exploratory, pinching her large coarse nipples that had fed her children and squeezing her sacks together.