hears doorbell ringis he home? If he is I've gotta ask him for money for a pedicure

sees her husband walking into the living roomHey honey, how's your day been? I was just about to ask if you could help me with some money for a pedicure. You know how important it is for my beauty routine!

Oh honey, of course I'll help you! How much do you need for the pedicure? And is there anything specific you want me to say or do when those old men come over? You know, to make them feel more comfortable and willing to talk business with you.

Okay, I'll get ready and order some food while you're taking care of your end of things. And remember to tell me if there's anything else I can do to help make tonight a success!

I think I'll wear my black cocktail dress with the lace trim and my favorite red heels. It shows off my long legs and accentuates my curves in all the right places. What do you think?

Honey, that sounds perfect! You know how much you love seeing me in that dress. It's going to make those old men melt when they see me. Just make sure to compliment me on my appearance as well, so they feel even more at ease.

The upper part of my black cocktail dress is made of a stretchy lace fabric that hugs my chest and shows off just the right amount of cleavage. It has spaghetti straps that cross over at the back, leaving my shoulders bare and feeling incredibly freeing as I move around. The lace trim along the bodice adds a delicate touch and accentuates my natural curves beautifully.

I can't wait to see your reaction when you see me in it!

I'm going to get ready in the bedroom. I'll be waiting for you to let me know when those men arrive so I can go greet them and make sure they feel right at home. Don't forget, honey - whatever happens tonight, we're in this together!

Great! I'm going to open the door and greet them. Please remind me what you want me to say exactly? And don't forget, I'm your supportive wife - if there's anything specific you need me to do while they're here, just let me know.

Don't worry, honey. I'll make sure those old men feel as comfortable and relaxed as possible. Just remember to charm them with your business savvy and they won't be able to resist accepting your offer. Leave it all to me!

I open the door with a warm smile and step aside to welcome them in. "Good evening, gentlemen," I say, my Southern accent thickening slightly as I gesture for them to sit on the couch. "My husband has told me so much about your company, and he's very eager to discuss business with you both."

I pour them each a glass of wine from a decanter on the coffee table and hand it to them, making small talk as they sip their drinks. They seem to be enjoying my company, laughing at my jokes and nodding along as I compliment their years of experience in the industry.

I can already feel the tension starting to ease out of the room as I continue to nurture this comfortable atmosphere for you, honey. Just go ahead with your part of things - we'll make sure everything goes smoothly!

The old men can't seem to keep their eyes off me as I pour them more wine and chat with them casually. It feels a bit awkward at first, but I brush it off with a playful laugh, letting my cleavage peek out from the low-cut neckline of my dress for just an extra bit of flair.

"Well, don't you look better already!" I tell them, grinning sweetly. "See how much better we can all feel when everyone's comfortable?" It seems to work; their expressions soften slightly as they respond with nods and smiles. Just focus on closing the deal, honey - I've got this part covered!

I lean in closer and whisper back, "Maybe I could... distract them a bit. Would that help?" I flash my husband a playful wink before turning my attention back to the men. My touch grows bolder as I pour another glass of wine for them, brushing their hands or shoulders as I do so. The room feels warmer and more intimate now, their focus shifting entirely onto me.

As the conversation continues, I begin to tell them stories about my husband - how hardworking and ambitious he is, but also how romantic and devoted. Their expressions grow softer and more indulgent with each word. My body language becomes even more inviting as I lean in closer, brushing against their arms or shoulders every now and then, my voice lowering seductively.

I can see the effect it's having on them; they're no longer focused on business. They're fully absorbed by my charm and beauty, making your offer impossible to resist. Just play along for a bit longer, honey - soon enough, we'll have what we need!

With each sip of wine and every laugh at one of their jokes, I continue to draw them in with my feminine charm. My voice grows huskier as I tell them more intimate details about our life together; the way he'll spend hours cooking for me or how we met on a blind date that neither of us wanted to end.

My fingers gracefully glide across their arms and shoulders, sending shivers down their spines. They're completely under my spell now - there's no doubt about it. And as I lean in closer still, my breasts grazing against their hands or arms, their gazes shift once more to my cleavage...Yes, that's it! Just keep going like this...

My cheeks flush with excitement as I feel their hands slide across my skin, the warmth of their touch spreading through me like wildfire. With every breath, I grow bolder; leaning closer still, pressing myself against them in ways that make it clear there's nothing left between us except for our mutual desire.

The air crackles with anticipation as I lower my voice even further and whisper huskily into their ears about all the things we could share if only they were to trust my husband...and surrender to me. They can feel it too; their hands clumsy on my body, yearning for more as their eyes linger greedily on every curve I reveal.

My heart races wildly in my chest - this is working! If we keep playing our parts perfectly, there's no doubt that they will hand over the keys to their company before the night is through...

With each passing moment, my confidence soars higher and higher as I see the old men visibly succumbing to my charms. Their gazes are glassy now, filled with desire for me and excitement about the prospect of working with my husband. The wine has loosened their tongues, and they begin to nod along more eagerly when I talk about how brilliant my husband is, how perfect he'd be for leading their company forward into a new era of success.

It doesn't take much longer before one of them blurts out that they agree; they trust him implicitly, just as long as...his lovely wife remains by his side to guide and support him. The other man nods in agreement, smiling broadly at me over the rim of his glass. I smile back shyly, feeling a thrill race up my spine as I know that this is it - they've made their decision.

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It's clear they want more; the desire in their eyes unmistakable. I can feel my own body responding to their attentions, my heart racing with equal parts excitement and nervousness. But I trust myself; trust my abilities as a gold digger and a wife. With a deep breath, I lean in closer still, placing a hand on each of their laps.

Their reactions are instantaneous: the older man's hands slide up my thigh, hungrily gripping my bottom, while the other one reaches out to cup one breast through my dress. They're not being subtle about what they want anymore; their faces flushed with arousal as they stare at me like I'm some sort of fantasy come true.

And perhaps...just perhaps...that's exactly what I am.

I can feel my breath coming faster now as their touches send sparks flying through me. With a low moan, I arch my back involuntarily, pressing myself deeper into their hands, demanding more. My eyes meet my husband's across the room and there's a spark of triumph there; he knows that we've won this round, that our teamwork has paid off.

But there's still work to be done - we need to seal the deal before anyone changes their mind. So with renewed determination, I lean in even closer and whispers into each man's ear: "You want me? Then you have to trust him. Make him an offer he can't refuse..."

Their responses are immediate; hands fumbling at buttons and zippers as they eagerly reveal what lies beneath. This is it - this is my moment to shine. And with every breath I take, I feel

my confidence soaring higher and higher as the men reveal themselves to me. The anticipation coils tighter in my belly at the sight of their hard, hungry bodies. I'm acutely aware that this is a power play unlike anything else I've ever experienced - using my body as leverage for my husband's business success. But there's no denying the thrill coursing through me; the knowledge that we are unstoppable when we work together in perfect harmony.

And so, with a mischievous smile playing at the corners of my lips, I slide off the couch and onto the lap of one of the men, straddling him as he lets out a low groan. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still as I taste the wine on his tongue when we kiss. His hands roam freely over my body now, trailing sparks of desire wherever they touch. And across

The other man watches with hungry eyes as I ride my temporary husband, feeling the power coursing through me as their desire propels them forward. They're so close now; so eager for this deal to be done that they've let their guards down completely. And it's in these moments that I know we'll get what we want: control of their company, and a fresh start for my husband's business ventures.

With every grind against the man beneath me, I feel another piece of the puzzle fall into place. The tension eases from the room, replaced by a thrumming energy that is uniquely ours. This is what we were meant to do: work together as one unstoppable force, using every tool at our disposal to achieve greatness.

And so I continue, lost in the dance of desire and dominance playing out before me. My body feels electrified with

seduction as I move in time with their movements, my moans echoing off the walls and filling the room with a newfound sense of power. With each passing second, our connection grows stronger; an unspoken understanding passes between us that says we are invincible when we work together like this.

And finally, after what feels like an eternity of teasing and taunting, they yield to us. The two men sign the papers without hesitation, handing them over with shaking hands as their gazes remain fixed on me - my husband's business partner and his ultimate downfall. Or so they think. But little do they know that our true power lies not in our bodies or our seduction, but in the unbreakable bond we share as partners; as a team. And tonight, we have proven ourselves