My wife got us the contract, and I got the promotion

You would never suspect by my demure little wife is the most competitive person that I have ever met. I never noticed it when we were dating. But, after we were married, I began to observe that she would almost always win when we would play any type of game. It didn’t matter if it was a sport, a board, or a card game. She is fierce in her competitiveness and would sulk quietly if she lost. When competing in anything, she will quietly sit back and establish the best strategy required to win. Once determined, she will strike at the most opportune time. She can also be cruel if required. She will even cheat if she can get by with it. This was one time, I think that she even surprised herself how far she would go to win if the reward were important enough. I know that I was agasp. But I couldn’t complain because I was the primary beneficiary of her actions and revealing her would have ruined my professional and private life.

I had earned my bachelor’s in engineering and finished my MBA. I was working for an automotive parts supplier and was assigned to a small team trying to land a product contract with one big three automakers. The contract was worth millions of dollars. I was the engineering lead, and my responsibility was to tag along and answer any technical questions that might come up. We were one of the two finalists for the contract and the final action was a plant tour of the production facility which was in another state. The timing of the trip meant that I would be gone for our fifth wedding anniversary. My wife wanted to travel with me. I tried to explain that it would not be a good idea since I would be busy all day including having dinner with the client, and it would not look professional for her to be with me. She decided to travel with me anyway since she could visit with her cousin who lived nearby while I was at work. No one had to know that she was staying with me in the hotel room.

Two days before the trip, the product line manager who was leading the effort suddenly passed away. Rather than reschedule and risk losing the contract, I was tasked with leading the team during the plant tour. It was a fantastic opportunity for me. If we landed the contract, I would be first in line for the product line manager position, a major promotion. The day before the trip, I had a two-hour meeting with a corporate VP who briefed me on the agenda and the presentation. The last twenty minutes were the most informative. I learned several things about business that they don’t teach you in college.

At the end of the meeting, the VP’s tone changed, and he said that even though the automaker was sending a team of their own for the tour, he said that the sourcing decision would be made by only one person. And it was not who I would have expected. The most important person to convince was an older black man, named John, who had remained mostly silent through the entire vetting process. I had earlier discounted him as just a bit player. Then the VP gave me a folder with a private investigator’s background report on John. The report had a lot of personal information. Some information was what you would expect like his personal and professional bio. But the report went a lot further than that and gave information on things like John’s hobbies, his favorite drink, his favorite food, and even though he is married, John was known to enjoy the company of other women. Apparently, this older black man had a real week spot for young sporty looking blonds. The VP suggested that I cozy up to John during the tour and take him for drinks in the evening alone. He even hinted that it would be helpful if I discretely hired an escort that met John’s preference and have her to just happen to be at the present and flirt with him. I understood what he was suggesting. I was being instructed to hire a prostitute for John.

The problem was that I got so caught up in leading the team in preparing for the tour on such short notice that I didn’t research how to hire an escort until the morning of the tour. I explained the situation to my wife. To my surprise, she said that she would see what she could do. I only had a brief moment to talk with her at the hotel when I changed clothes between the tour and dinner. She assured me that she had everything taken care of and not to worry. I didn’t ask for any details.

After dinner, I took John out to a tavern that my wife had suggested, a dimly lit place with dark stained wooden walls. Exactly the kind of place where one pictures business deals are really made. I had no idea what to expect. I just hoped that my wife had arranged for some entertainment for John. We had been at there for about twenty minutes. I was feeling quite buzzed, and John had more to drink than me. But like an idiot, I was still focused on work and trying to get any hint out of him if we were going to be awarded the contract. John seemed uninterested in business and annoyed that I was persistent, I felt like I was getting nowhere. I couldn’t believe it took me so long to realize that John was being distracted by a cute little blond across the room. What blew my mind was when I realized that the cute blond across the room was my wife in a short black dress. John mentioned how cute she was and quite pornographically described what he would like to do with her. He had no idea that she was my wife. In any normal circumstance, I would have punched him for talking about my wife that way, but that would have been disastrous for not only the company but my career.

My wife came over, introduced herself under a fake name and started flirting with John. I was full of mixed emotions, amazement, jealousy, curiosity, confusion. I sat in silence and just watched her in action. She had him acting like a schoolboy even though he had to have been almost thirty years older than her. That went on for about fifteen minutes and she was practically sitting in his lap, touching him and whispering in his ear. His hands were caressing her bare legs, up to and even under her dress. She wasn’t resisting any of his advances. John left briefly to go to the bathroom, which gave me a moment to talk with my wife. I never got a word in. She took the lead, informed me that I should excuse myself, go back to the hotel and wait for her. I started to object. Only then was I reminded how fierce her competitiveness could be and that she could be ruthless and even cruel at times. She sternly told me “Do not fuck this up”. She explained that she was going to win this contract, not just for me, but for us. We both knew that when we landed the contract, I would be first in line for the product line manager position. She was going to do whatever it took to make sure that John would give us the contract. I was stunned and said nothing further. I am not sure how she would have reacted if I had refused anyway.

I paid the tab and went to the hotel alone. It was about two hours before she came back to our room. As I expected, my wife had gone to John’s hotel room and fucked him. We got the contract, and I got the promotion. I had many interactions with John until he retired about five years later. He often reminded me how much he enjoyed the blond in the tavern. He said it was the best fuck he ever had and how being with such a pretty young girl made him so happy. Although he knew that I had arranged for her to be with him, John never knew that the blond he had slept with was my wife. As for my wife, she had absolutely no regrets. To this day, it turns her on that she got to play a prostitute for one night and enjoys when I tell her how much John enjoyed fucking her. I asked her why she had not hired an escort. She replied that she would never have trusted something his important to someone she didn't know. So she took care of it herself. It took me a couple years to accept what she did. But I couldn’t complain because I was the primary beneficiary of her actions and revealing her actions even now would ruin my professional and private life.

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