You grab Rose2's wrist and tug her towards the nearest table. Sitting, you pull her down with you, and get her on her tummy over your lap.
"A-Ally?"
"This is for your own good." You flip up the frilled hem of her skirt, revealing the face of Hello Kitty on a pink cotton background, stretched tight over her ass.
"Ally!!"
You spank her. You don't hold back -- you raise your hand high over your head and bring it down with all your force. Her ass jiggles through her panties like half-set gelatin. She she tenses up, caterwauling. "Owww! Ow, ow, ow!"
Armstrong, who's at a seat nearby, cranes his neck and watches the spectacle for a few moments. Then, laughing to himself, he turns back to his drinks.
"Are you done?" Rose2 wails, her eyes full of tears, her voice forlorn.
"Nope."
You spank her again, and a third time, and a fourth. She screams bloody murder, balling up her fists and kicking her legs like a disobedient brat. You grab her thick calves, squeezing them threateningly, to still her kicking. You continue the spanking.
Of course the unholy racket she's raising has drawn attention: from your blushing bride and your tomboy fuckbuddy alike. They're standing there in front of you, watching on.
"When did Rosie get here?" Whitney asks, still a bit groggy from her nap.
"You do understand that this is basically a reward for her behavior, right?" Rose demands. "You'll only encourage her to keep acting up like this."
"You're projecting again," you tell her. You keep spanking the now softly sobbing Rose2.
"Are you gonna fuck her?" Whitney asks, excited.
"No. THAT would be a reward."
Rose2 mewls desperately.
"Too bad," Whitney says. "But... this is making you hot, right? You do wanna fuck, right?"
You crook your finger and beckon her towards you. She laughs, and is already out of her dress shirt before she closes the distance between you.
Rose purrs in disapproval. "You know your wife is right here, right? Why are you--"
Whitney blows a raspberry. "So possessive. Like you weren't rubbing your pussy all over my face the other night. If you get to fuck me, Ally DEFINITELY gets to fuck me... get over yourself."
You push Rose2 off your lap like a sack of potatoes, for her to lie on the ground, nursing her bruised ass and ego. She's still gently crying. Seeing her cry makes you really hard, for reasons that you can't fathom. Whitney bends over, squeezes your cock through your pants, and leers at you. "God, I love your dick. Cum inside me a whole lot today, okay? We can join the mile high club..."
"Yeah," you grunt. "Get on top."
She straddles you, as you unzip, and tug your leaky prick free of its tight confines.
Rose2 paws at your knees. "Alllyyyyy," she cries pathetically. "I came all this way 'cause I wanted to be with you..."
Rose yanks her back by the collar. "Shut up. The grown-ups are talking."
"I--"
"We've only got a few hours before we touch down in Beijing, and I need to talk about important grown-up stuff with them. So keep quiet."
"B-b-but--" Rose2 blubbers.
Rose pulls her to her knees, and then forces her to lie across the seats opposite you and Whitney. Even now, Whitney, fully naked, is sinking her hot velvety cunt down on your cock. Her springy, spongy hole is such a lovely hole to fuck. Especially when you don't have to do any work, as now: she ropes her arms around your neck and bounces up and down with sheer determination. You kiss each other wetly.
You catch a glimpse, over Whitney's shoulder, of Rose sitting on Rose2's head. From the waist down, Rose is naked, and her dripping pussy is on full display -- resting atop a stunned, tearful Rose2's mouth.
"Make yourself useful for a change," Rose says. "Lick my cunt. Don't stop until I say so."
Rose2 tries to speak, a protest maybe, so Rose spanks her. Only unlike you, she doesn't spank Rose2's butt -- she spanks Rose2's crotch, vicious open handed slaps that resound through the metal fuselage.
Rose2 gets the message. She begins to lick your wife out.
"Ahhh," Rose sighs contentedly. "See? The bitch is good for something after all. I needed a little stress relief..."
"Me too," Whitney says, wagging her tongue and staring deeply into your eyes. Her pussy is so snug around you.
"We really should talk, though," Rose says, voice catching. "There's a few things about Broad Dynamics you should know..."
"Ooh, a fuck-and-talk," Whitney chuckles. "I like it." She bounces extra hard on your dick a few times, making a squelching sluicing noise that sounds deliciously lewd.
Rose, riding Rose2's face like it's her personal toy, drops her binder down on the table, opens it up, and starts to read aloud. As if it's the most casual thing in the world: dominating a scared, stupid, defenseless girl while describing the details of a business competitor. Rose is way more cruel than even you are -- you love it.
You help turn Whitney around so she's fucking you in a reverse cowgirl. She holds the edge of the table and nods along to Rose's debrief. But her eyes are rolling to the back of her skull and you can tell she's more focused on the hot cock spurting precum up her womb than the minutiae of Broad Dynamics. Oh well, you kind of like this -- and you're a better multitasker, so you're getting some benefit from it, even as you enjoy the grippy insides of Whitney's cunt and the relief it provides your aching nuts.
When Rose2 forgets herself and starts to moan and cry again, Rose shuts her up with a different tactic. Absentmindedly, she reaches back and gets her hand down Rose2's panties. She starts fingering her, not even looking down while she digitally rapes the poor girl. One hand busy in Rose2's underwear, the other holding a pen that she uses to scan the pages in front of her. She keeps reading from her binder: how Broad Dynamics incorporated from nothing, how it's probably a straw company helmed by the Chinese government itself -- heavy stuff. And all the while she's getting her cunt off all over Rose2's face. Rose2 grips Rose's thick thighs from underneath, but is powerless to resist, and her eyes shimmer with unwanted pleasure as Rose molests her.
"You're such a bitch," Whitney coos.
"Uh huh. So Li Xi got his start as an envoy to the Soviet Union -- I'm thinking that cannot be a coincidence, given what we've learned -- so -- nnn~"
Even Rose can't stay 100% focused, as Rose2's skillful mouth makes her shudder with pleasure.
"Cum inside me!" Whitney yells without warning, ass bucking double-time in your lap. The table rattles beneath her. "Fuck, I love this. Squirt your fucking cum in me!"
"Whitney, please pay attention..." Rose chides. She gyrates on Rose2's face and mashes her pussy against her lips.
"Oh, fuck that stupid bullshit already! I just wanna get cummed in! Fuck..."
Her head droops, her fingers curl up around the table's edge, and she humps you without shame or inhibition.
"You can go on," you tell Rose, your voice a low growl as Whitney brings you closer and closer to cumming. "I'm listening."
"I..." Rose begins. But then she stops, sighs. "Oh, nevermind. We may as well cum first, right?"
"Sure," you agree.
Rose runs her palms down her tummy. She pulls her blouse off, baring her supple tits, and tweaks her own nipples. Rose2, pussy no longer being violated, whines.
"I told you to shut the fuck up," Rose snarls.
Rose2 shuts up.
"Good~" Rose says.
"Cum cum cum cum cum," Whitney pants deliriously. "Cum!"
You stand, forcing Whitney to adopt a doggy position. You have to stoop to keep your head from hitting the low ceiling. Hands holding her hips, you start pounding her like she's one of your disposable onaholes. Whitney's head bangs hard against the table and knocks Rose's binder to the ground, but none of you care about that.
Rose settles back, directing her gaze up, and locks eyes with you. Meanwhile she uses her hands to rub her clit and her ass at the same time, as Rose2 licks her out. It's not a typical marriage, no. You're getting your cock off with someone else's pussy and she's getting her cunt off with someone else's mouth. But still, you're cumming in unison. And so that's almost like fucking by proxy. Beneath you, Whitney hugs herself, shivers, and creams all over your sawing cock. And beneath Rose, her victim is forced to drink her squirting cum. Seeing that wonderful sight, you bellow, and let loose, and spray Whitney full of the jizz she begged you for. You and Rose grin at each other, each smug, and each enjoying a powerful, wet, messy orgasm.