The Thanksgiving Deal. Collateral Wife, #1

I was a self-made man and had made my millions many years ago. My beautiful wife Marnie and I had moved to England, because, why not? Now I assisted other wanna-be entrepreneurs in business start-ups, whilst both my wife and I spent our leisure time enjoying each other and sharing other people too!Sometimes, business and pleasure mixed in a most delicious way. And so it was, when a young man called Mark came looking for my assistance for his business start-up.
My due diligence soon revealed the delightful Erica, his twenty-five year old wife. Marnie and I were in full agreement on this one. If I was going to invest in Mark, then Erica should be the collateral! Thanksgiving was around the corner and we invited them to dinner, to strike a deal!Extract:I held out my hand for the fat file of information he was clutching, and passed back a card with my home address on.
"You know what tomorrow is, right?" He looked clueless, so I continued. "It's Thanksgiving. Kind of a big deal to us Americans. You know, celebrating throwing off the yoke of the colonial oppressor?" Now he looked worried, and I laughed. "Come to dinner, with Marnie and me, and make sure you bring your good lady. Then, we'll discuss the deal in a more civilised manner!""T-thank you, Sir, ' he stammered, and looked like he was going to faint.
I interrupted again. "Just go and leave the file. I'm quite capable of reading...!" I called my secretary in and Sally bundled him out. "Seven o'clock sharp, " I shouted after him. I was a self-made man by twenty-two, having been one of the early pioneers of car integrated electronics. I developed a system that the big manufacturers liked and floated on the Dow. I was a billionaire by thirty! Since then, my forte had been acquisitions, and my apparent generosity as a business angel enabled me to indulge my greatest passion - other men's wives.
Marnie shared my appetites, and my energy - she was fifteen years younger than me, and completely bi-sexual. Nudging sixty, I had no intention of slowing down and kept in top shape. And moving to London five years ago had, if anything, just made me hungrier. Maybe it was the accent, I couldn't say, but fuck, I found the Brit girls horny!My darling wife was as enthusiastic as ever. We had decided not to travel home this Thanksgiving for the first time, and none of our family or close friends were around, so the idea of giving up our special dinner to facilitate a seduction was very appealing for her.
She was hungry too!