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Casey Calvert spent the entire afternoon preparing. The dining table gleamed under soft candlelight, plates arranged with precision, the scent of roasted garlic and fresh herbs drifting through the house. She wore a deep red dress that hugged her slim waist and flared just enough at the hips to tease movement. Underneath, only a thin black thong and nothing else. Her husband had been clear that morning: this potential business partner was crucial. Make him feel welcome. Make him feel special. Do whatever it takes to seal the deal. She took the instruction to heart. Dinner began smoothly. Conversation flowed over wine and perfectly seared steak. Casey smiled warmly, laughed at the right moments, leaned forward just enough to let the neckline dip lower. Every so often she shifted in her seat, letting the hem of her dress ride up her thighs. When she crossed her legs the fabric parted deliberately, offering the guest a fleeting glimpse of smooth, freshly shaved skin and the delicate strip of black lace barely covering her. She caught his eyes lingering, saw the subtle tightening of his jaw, and knew the message had landed. She excused herself briefly to clear plates, then returned and sat closer to him this time. As her husband poured more wine she casually reached down, fingers brushing the edge of her dress higher. With slow, deliberate movements she hooked a finger under the thin fabric of her thong and slid it aside, exposing her bare, glistening pussy for a long heartbeat before letting the dress fall back into place. The guest''s gaze darkened, fork paused mid-air. Her husband noticed nothing, or perhaps pretended not to. After dessert the husband checked his phone and sighed. An urgent call from another investor. He would be gone for an hour, maybe less. He turned to the guest with an easy smile. %u201CStay. Finish the wine. Casey will keep you company.%u201D He kissed her cheek, grabbed his keys, and left. The front door clicked shut. Casey didn''t hesitate. She rose, took the guest''s hand, and led him down the hallway to the master bedroom without a word. The room was lit only by the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows across the king-sized bed already turned down. She turned to face him, eyes locked on his as she slowly unzipped the red dress. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but heels and the thong now pushed to one side. She stepped closer, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. When she reached his belt she sank to her knees, unbuckling him with practiced ease. His cock sprang free, thick, long, dark, and already heavy with arousal. Exactly what she had fantasized about for years. She wrapped her fingers around the base, marveling at the girth, then leaned in and took him into her mouth. Slow at first, savoring the stretch of her lips, the salty taste, the way he throbbed against her tongue. She worked him deeper, throat relaxing until her nose brushed his pelvis, eyes watering slightly but never breaking contact. He groaned low, fingers threading into her dark hair, guiding but not forcing. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, letting spit drip down his shaft as she bobbed with increasing rhythm. When he started to tense she pulled off with a wet pop, stood, and pushed him gently onto the bed. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, guiding the thick head to her entrance. She was soaked already, aching from the teasing at dinner. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, gasping at the stretch as he filled her completely. For a moment she stayed still, adjusting to the fullness, then began to rock, hips rolling in tight circles that made her clit grind against his base. He gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as she rode him harder. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, her moans growing sharper with every deep thrust. She leaned forward, small breasts brushing his chest, nipples hard against his skin. He took one into his mouth, sucking firmly while his hands roamed, slapping her ass lightly then harder when she begged for it. She flipped around, facing away now, giving him the perfect view of her tight body taking every inch. She bounced faster, ass jiggling with each drop, the slap of skin on skin echoing. His hands dug into her hips, pulling her down harder, meeting her halfway until she trembled on the edge. When she came it was sudden and fierce, walls clenching around him in pulsing waves, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. He didn''t stop, flipping her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders, and driving into her with long, powerful strokes. The angle hit deep, making her see stars. She clawed at his back, urging him on until he finally tensed, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with hot spurts that seemed to go on forever. They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing hard. Eventually he pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her swollen pussy onto the sheets. Casey smiled up at him, lazy and satisfied, tracing a finger through the mess before bringing it to her lips. When her husband returned an hour later the guest was back at the table, tie loosened, wine glass in hand. Casey had slipped into a fresh robe, hair slightly mussed but composed. The men shook hands, talked numbers, laughed easily. By the end of the night the deal was signed. Casey poured everyone a final glass, her smile quiet and knowing. Business concluded. Fantasies fulfilled. Everything perfectly in place.