Thank you Susurrus for the help editing this monster.
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Richard Michael Quail, Rich to his family and friends, Mr. Quail to his associates and adversaries, sat quietly at the round high top table beside his sexy, buxom wife and sipped on a fine 18 year old single malt scotch. They were both well dressed: she in an expensive blue designer dress which did little to conceal her voluptuous curves and barely covered her tan, shapely legs; he in a black, perfectly tailored Italian silk tuxedo with a black bow tie and a pressed red silk handkerchief for a splash of color.
His eyes discretely scanned the crowd for familiar faces. He looked calm and at ease, but inside he was tense and nervous. His heart raced as the wheels in his head turned.
A pretty blonde cocktail waitress stepped up to the table and placed a fresh glass of wine - a dry and full bodied cabernet sauvignon - in front of his wife. It was her second glass of wine since they'd sat down in the bar and she'd had two more at dinner.
Tatiana was nervous like her husband, but she looked it. She wished she had a cigarette to calm her nerves. She'd quit several years earlier but in times of stress she still craved the calming effect of nicotine.
Tatiana was a pretty, American raised, Eastern European woman with a wide nose, full lips and big, beautiful blue eyes. Her dark hair was strikingly short yet stylish and her make up was, as always, flawless. She wore little jewelry: a pair of large square cut diamond earrings and a silver chain with a matching diamond which dangled in the valley between her large, natural breasts. A platinum wedding band and a three-carat engagement ring completed her dazzling, but understated, accessories.
"He's late," Tatiana said softly. Her voice shook with uncertainty and her hand trembled as she raised her glass to her painted red lips and took a large sip of wine.
"He's here," Rich said as he looked out into the crowd of about twenty five patrons inside the bar at the Four Seasons. "He's watching us." He had identified three people who may have been the man they were to meet. He'd seen several pictures of the man's naked body but none had showed his face or head.
"What if it's a scam?" Tatiana asked nervously. She was inherently leery and cautious. It was a product of her strict upbringing as well as her parents' experiences living in the Communist Soviet Bloc in the 60's and early 70's, before they'd managed to escape. They had sought asylum in the UK and then emigrated to the United States before Tatiana was ten. Despite spending 30 years in the United States Tatiana still had the same thick accent as her parents.
Richard watched an attractive, dark haired man in his mid-thirties rise from his table. He'd been sitting with friends and was not one of the three that Richard had identified as possibilities but he knew instantly from his strong build that this was he man they were there to meet.
"He's coming," Rich said softly under his breath.
"Where?" Tatiana asked, her head moving quickly from side to side.
"Behind you. Don't look, just stay calm," Rich said as adrenaline coursed through his body.
"How's he look?" Tatiana asked. Her heart thumped in her chest and her cheeks felt warm. She couldn't believe what they were about to do. She and Rich had talked about it for years but they'd never gone past the talking stage, out of fear of the repercussions.
"Good. You'll like him," Rich replied with a bright white smile. His high cheek bones, strong jaw and perfect teeth formed a warm, friendly grin which hid his trepidation. He'd perfected the smile in the boardroom, where he'd been a dominant force for fifteen years. Richard was an alpha male in everyday life, but only Tatiana and a select few knew that it was a facade.
"Mmm," she purred softly. "Do you like what you see, Piggy?" She and Rich had monogamously dabbled in the BDSM lifestyle for nearly a decade. They each identified as switch, but both preferred the submissive role so they took turns assuming the dominant position. Tatiana was better at faking it than Richard but he tried.
"He's very attractive," Rich replied as he watched the man stop at the bar for a fresh drink. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His black dress slacks clung to his taut ass and he had short, thick wavy hair.
"Are you sure about this?" Tatiana asked. She had her reservations but was ready to take the plunge. "Last chance to back out." She smiled knowingly and nodded.
She knew her husband well, better than anyone, even himself. She knew the internal struggle he was having. He'd been raised Catholic and she Russian Orthodox. They had both cast aside religion years earlier but found it difficult to ignore the teachings from their formative years. Rich had bisexual tendencies and had been curious about it for years. He steadfastly maintained that he was not attracted to men and had no desire to have a romantic relationship with a man. Nor could he see himself kissing a man, but he was intrigued by the thought of sucking a cock and perhaps being fucked and those had been his dominant fantasies for almost a decade.
Tatiana had wrestled with her own bi curiosity when she was in college. She had feared that she was gay during the mid nineties, when homosexuality and even lesbianism was much less accepted. She had experimented with and even had a discrete long-term relationship with a woman while in graduate school. While she loved the soft sensuality of Sapphic sex she preferred the hard pounding of heterosexual copulation and she tended to connect with men better than with women.
"Hello Tatiana," the man said as he sidled up to the table and placed his hand on the curve of her hip. She was a full bodied woman with wide hips but a trim waist. She'd been thin as a teen but like her mother, after child birth, had developed a woman's hourglass figure.
"Hello, Sir," the pretty brunette said as she looked up into his smoldering dark eyes. He was a very attractive man, with a chiseled face and a few days' growth on his strong jaw. She knew his name was Jonathan, but he'd been very clear that both she and her husband were to address him only as Sir or Master, unless otherwise instructed.
