Hi, I'm Jeannie, my husband Tom wanted me to pen some of my adventures. So here goes. First let me tell you just a little about myself. I'm an Events Host. What's that you say. Well mainly at big shows I escort one or more people around the event and tell them about the products. I get paid a retainer and then bonuses on each sale. Myself I am 5' 7" tall. Curly shoulder length natural blond hair. Best asset, well it is disputed whether it's my arse, that when I wear my shorts where I can have a fair amount of arse on show, or my 36C tits that stand quite proud. Oh by the way I met Tom at one of the events. I started my first event when I had just turned twenty and I had been doing it up until the pandemic, some fifteen years later. At twenty I was quite naive and even a little shy. I was showing a little Japanese man around a tech show and was talking to him about the products. The thing he seemed to like most was the sex dollies and when he suggested that I would look good with one of them in his bed, I was shocked. I walked off and left him there. Some how I still got the sales bonus. He must have bought a lot of dollies. Then a while later it was cars and this American guy Brad suggested that I would look good draped across the bonnet of the $150,000 car he was looking at. I liked him, in fact I liked him a lot. He bought it and two more cars before the end of the show. I was in for a $40,000 bonus. I ended up in his suite at the hotel getting ridden all around the huge bed. When I collected my bonus in with it was another $10,000 as a tip. Then at a smaller fair I was showing of domestic appliances. Not a lot of money in it, but it was the only event taking place. It was there that I met my husband, who was scouting out what new appliances were there, for the company he worked for. Straight away I knew I wanted to bed him and tried my hardest to find something for him to buy. He purchased one hundred washing machines and fifty TV's. Yes I did bed him, and we continued seeing each other, even though he knew I would sleep with which customers I fancied. Then after a year we got married still knowing I was sleeping with some of my customers. I half expected Tom to want me to give up my job or at least not sleep with the customers. Instead he wanted to hear all about what I had got up to, it got him very excited, and I benefited by getting some serious fucking when I relayed to him about what took place. Then there was the yacht show. The dearest Yacht was £6.1 million. If only I could sell that. My client was an Arab. He was quite European in his choice of clothes. He was nice, tall, witty and quite sexy. He had four girls trailing along behind him along with what I assumed were two body guards. Unfortunately he made it quite clear he didn't like the dearest yacht. I was disappointed but pressed on with him. We must had inspected some forty yachts when we returned to the third one we had looked at. He dismissed the girls and the body guards and made them stand off the yacht. Then he just came out with it, "If you make love with me I will buy this one," he informed me. I would have fucked him even if he hadn't bought a yacht. He went and told the body guards that nobody comes on board until he tells them they can. I was soon finding out what it was like being fucked on a luxury yacht. Unfortunately he turned out to be a bit of a disappointment in bed. I still got my bonus thought and a tip from him and not just that tip. Then there was Billie. By this time I was in my thirties and I was taking him around a Tech fair that was an outdoor event. I had my tiniest shorts on and my tightest T Shirt on. He didn't seem that impressed with the event until we got to a stand with TV's. They were 72" TV's. It was the first time I had come across ones that large and the stand had four of them in a block and the picture was spread across all four. I could see his excitement and he started to ask a lot of questions, some of which I couldn't answer because they were far to technical. I found the company owner that answered all the questions about the sets. Then he wanted to know about the equipment and software that spread the picture across all four screens and just how many could it spread it over. I had to ring the manufacturer for the control equipment and ask there technical department. They told me the biggest they had done was across nine TV's, but said in theory the number was almost limitless, but the picture quality would suffer the more sets there were. I thanked the man and relayed the answer. Billie took a pad from his pocket and seemed to be doing some calculations. Then he went back to playing with the kit. The next thing I knew was he had pointed a camera on my arse and it was spread all over the four TV's showing me barely covered by my shorts. After he finished playing he informed me that if they could get the equipment to work he wanted sixteen TV's the control equipment a camera and the sound system along with a recorder. The TV's alone were £3,800 each plus the rest of the equipment. Then he dropped a clause that it all had to be installed and working before he would pay and I had to be there on installation. I rang the tech guy back up and told him to work on the equipment for a sixteen block as we had a sale. As we walked around the show he bought a few smaller items. He informed me that he had won the Lottery. A sum of £28.6 million. Six weeks later I was at the place he was having built and in the Gym area and the men were struggling to mount the TV's The tech people were working on the control equipment and I was just stood around looking pretty. The only other person there was, what I thought, was his girlfriend. He treated her pretty badly by the way he talked to her. It wasn't until earl afternoon that they were to turn the kit on. It immediately tripped a fuse and an electrician who was somewhere on site was called for. He soon had it sorted and then the big turn on went ahead. The first picture was of Henry Winkler as the Fonz in one of the reruns of Happy Days. Billie played with the equipment and switched to the camera and again pointed it at my arse. I guess he had an arse fetish. Then he switched it to the DVD player and put on a war film. He seemed pleased and gave the men the money orders for the work and equipment. They all disappeared. That just left me and his girlfriend. He suggested that it would look great on screen if the two of us undressed and played with each other. I'm no prude and it wouldn't have been my first girl girl session, but first off I didn't fancy the girl and secondly she burst into tears and ran off. He offered me £10,000 to strip for the camera. I told him he wasn't to record it and I checked the recorder was switched off I did a slow sexual strip for him and he watched it on the huge array of screens. Again he focused more on my arse than my tits or pussy. Then he offered me a further £10,000 if I would sleep with him. I was soon in his bedroom sucking his cock. He had me give him my husbands phone number and he called it and left the line open for Tom to listen to us. Then he fucked me all around the room. I think he must have taken a years supply of Viagra as he just kept going and going. I had certainly never been fucked in so many positions in one session, even when I took on four lads at college years ago. Eventually after more than two hours I had to ask him to stop. I was getting very sore. I thought it was worth it though as I drove home with £20,000 in my hand. I also had an invitation to return for a rematch. My husband went mad when I told him about it and he licked and sucked my poor pussy before rubbing some soothing cream into it. To say he was excited was an under statement. He liked being told about it again and again, even though he had listened and recorded all of it on his phone. I was surprised his battery lasted that long. Although I wouldn't let him fuck me, he did enjoy the blow jobs and the story which he had me repeat several more times. The best bit was a month later I got the bonus for the sale. I never did take Billie up on the rematch. A year before the lock down I bought our new house from the money I had made. I had been squirreling it all away as my husband was able to pay all the bills and keep us. I paid cash for our new house. The estate agent looked shocked as did the solicitor when I did a bank transfer for £1.2 million in front of them. At thirty five I had intended that I worked until forty five if my looks held and I could still pull off the sales. I was even down for another yacht show and luxury house sales, but that of course got cancelled along with the other bookings the agency had. Fortunately Tom is able to work from home. I have been going stir crazy being confined to the house and can't wait getting back out there and getting my hands on some of the clients