Nymphocom Ch. 09-2

"You prefer Iveta, don't you, Bertrand?" she asked softly while caressing my neck in a sensual way.

"You know that I have flirted around quite a bit," she continued speaking to my ear, "but the one I really like, and who has never given in to me, its you Bertrand."

She looked nearly sad, in contrast to my happy wife who was giggling and laughing while my colleagues were teasing her nipples.

"You know where to find me if you want," Nina added before kissing me quickly on the lips and standing up. She straightened out her shirt and walked out of the office.

Armand and Roberto noticed it.

"What wrong?" Roberto asked, not stopping rolling my wife's left nipple between two fingers.

"euhhhdooohnoooh!" Armand replied while sucking on Iveta's right nipple.

"Nothing!" I said and turned to face my screen and keyboard again, trying to pretend to work. I was somehow relieved when Iveta stood up from Roberto's lap, brushed off Armand's intrusive mouth and put her tight top back on.

"That's it guys," she cheered happily, "the break is over!"

She discretely threw me a wink while rushing out of the office to follow Nina.

"Its your fault," Roberto said sympathetically, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Nina has a crush on you and you don't respond. Each time I date her she keeps talking about you. You should do something about it!"

"You must be the only one not having fucked her," Armand added jokingly. "Put personally I would like to try out the other whore."

Deep inside me I wanted to kill Armand on the spot but since I knew that my incredible wife was just playing a part in order to protect her job I swallowed down my anger and pride, thought about it for a second and decided to play the part further.

"I know Armand," I replied dismissively, "but I am dating someone else in this office."

"Really??" he exclaimed and he looked at me as if he was seeing me the first time in his life. "Who is it? Wow, I am actually happy for you! I mean, I was afraid that you were gay or something."

He seemed so genuinely relieved that I had to smile.

"I won't tell you, but I guess you have heard of it. And no, I am not gay."

Roberto came to shake my hand.

"Glad to hear that buddy. How about you come and go out with us tonight? You can bring your date along if you want. Iveta and Nina should be there too."

Again I felt betrayed as my dear wife had said that she was coming home early. I was tempted to agree so that I could verify first hand what Iveta was up to every evening, but then I feared that Nina would flirt heavily with me in front of my own wife and I was not comfortable with that. I declined saying that I had other plans for my date tonight and this is when Shannya Tweeks, the center's research director came into our office. I don't know why I blushed when she came to my desk but Armand gave me a wink when he sat back down at his desk. Great! Now my colleagues would be thinking that I was dating our director!

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I followed Director Tweeks to a meeting room and she sat down on a chair next to the table. I expected her to ask me some easy questions about our network infrastructure, which she had done in the past for new projects requiring that we add additional servers and bandwidth. She was then investigating the easiest and cheapest ways to do so. As usual money was tight ... and so was the director's blouse as well. Actually Shannya Tweeks was very good looking and I had not really paid attention to her before. I was married and even if I was not, the research director was way out of my league anyway. I caught some glimpses at her decollete, trying to determine if her breasts were as big as Nina's. Nothing sexual there, just scientific research, but of course, Murphy's law stroke and I saw Armand walking past the meeting room windows, giving me a knowing look and a thumbs up. OK, now he was *sure* that I was dating Director Tweeks.

Shannya Tweeks took a very serious look.

"I must talk to you about a very serious matter, "she said before pausing dramatically for a few seconds. My mind went numb and I was convinced that she had found out that Iveta and I were a married couple.

"I know that you have been spying onto Professor Royer," she said matter-of-factly. "We have some pretty advanced monitoring tools operated by Karl De Verder, our chief security officer."

I was taken completely by surprise. All I managed to say was, "Oh!"

"Yes 'Oh!'," Shannya Tweeks imitated mockingly, "You know that this means that you will be suspended immediately. So I will ask you to hand me your badge, as well as your remote access card."

"But, but, I was just ..." I stammered, "look, I am sure that this Professor has some dirty secrets. I was just trying to prevent him from damaging the reputation of our research center! I was just ..."

"I know that," Director Tweeks said, interrupting me harshly. "This is why I want to propose you a second chance."

I listened completely depressed to our Director explaining me that she expected me to continue keeping an eye on Professor Royer and reporting back to her every day. I nodded in agreement, I had no choice if I did not want to lose my job.

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I tried to work that afternoon but I couldn't concentrate and it took me an immense effort to locate a nasty bug in my source code. When I arrived home late that evening I was pleasantly surprised that Iveta was already home. She heard me at the door and came running to jump into my arms.

"Here is the best husband in the world," she exclaimed while hugging me strongly.

"I was waiting for you, " she said softly, taking me by the hand and leading me to the living room. She was wearing her old comfortable pajamas as usual but I still saw her as the most sexy girl on the planet. I sat down on the couch and she settled on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Armand told me that he thinks that you are seeing Director Tweeks," she said, still smiling. I felt bad for a moment and angry at the memory of my colleague groping my wife but since Iveta looked cheerful I did not want to ruin her mood.

"Armand is crazy, " I replied, "Tweeks came just to talk to me about some project. The usual stuff you know...."

"I know, but I was really jealous," my loved wife whispered. "But now I realized that you do that to protect my job, and I wanted to thank you."

With that said, Iveta came on her knees in front of me and proceeded to open my pants. She had never dared to do such a thing and I thought in a reflex that we need to put the lights out, but she proceeded undisturbed until she had my flaccid cock in her hand.

"Armand and Roberto told me that they want me to do that to them but I prefer doing that to my beloved husband, " she said naughtily and then taking my dick into her mouth.

It was the first time that my sweet wife was giving me a blowjob, and not mentioning the lights on. A nice warmth surrounded my still limp dick as she sucked on it noisily. I thought about my colleagues trying to talk my wife to give them a blowjob and felt a pang of jealousy rip through my guts. These bastards! And Armand who paid my sweet wife like a cheap pole dancer! And who licked her nipples! I felt like becoming a murderer.

"You don't like what I am doing?" my dear Iveta said, and I saw that my dick was still soft like a feather. "Maybe I am doing it wrong," she said, blushing, "I don't have much experience ..."

"No no, " I replied quickly, "its just ... I mean ... I had a difficult day... can you try again?"

Iveta happily resumed her blowjob which felt really nice but due to the stress of the day it seemed that I could not get any hard-on. My stunning wife sucked and sputtered and slurped and licked my cock head slowly then faster, licking the shaft and even my balls. This looked nearly like a professional blowjob and I wondered where she had learned this.

"Roberto explained how to do it and I listened carefully," she explained as if she was reading my mind. The sight of her smiling face just next to my dick was incredible but I felt also incredibly jealous at my wife listening to sexually explicit stories from my colleagues.

"It did not sound very hard to do but now I guess I am doing it all wrong," she said somehow sadly.

"No Iveta," I cried out, not wanting her to stop this unique experience, "its me, I promise! Its my fault!"

"It does not matter, Bertrand. Maybe next time," my loving wife smiled and put my limp cock back into my pants. She gave it a quick kiss before zipping me up again. I felt like I was going to cry. For once my dearly loved Iveta was ready for sex and I was not. I watched her sit on the other chair, take the TV remote control and launch the latest downloaded episode of her favorite show. I slowly stood up to get ready for bed, I felt exhausted.

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The next day at the research center, Director Shannya Tweeks summoned me to her nice office.

"Bertrand, I hope I can count on you," she said in an icy voice. She was dressed very hotly however, her big breast being pressed together into a very nice cleavage and a tight top at least two sizes too small. I swallowed hard and nodded. My throat was dry, I was really terrified by this woman. I did not see any way out of the situation I was in and I decided to cooperate fully. Director Tweeks smiled wickedly and walked to the main window in her office. I admired her long legs perched on her fuck-me heels and felt my dick reacting to the sight.

"I have asked Professor Royer to involve you in negotiations with a new investor. You will be present as a technical expert, vouching for the performance of our computer infrastructure. That way the professor will have to include you in all steps of the project design and this is when you can keep an eye on him. Obviously he was not very pleased by my decision but I expect him to respect it. If not, you will need to let me know and I will make things clear again."

She turned around and looked at me intensely.

"The first meeting with the investor will be in the afternoon. Don't disappoint me, or else ..."

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I was still stressed when I came into the kitchen corner to get a cup of coffee. Nina came in shortly after me, wearing even less cloth than usual. She invited me to come along to the smoker terrasse and I agreed, thinking that some fresh air would do me good.

"I am pretty excited," she giggled, "I have a meeting with Professor Royer and a future investor this afternoon."

I nearly dropped my cup of coffee but caught myself quickly.

"Oh really?" I stuttered, "that's strange. I will be in a similar meeting this afternoon too! Maybe it is the same meeting?"

It appeared that it was indeed the same meeting and Nina beamed at me.

"That's great Bertrand, I love to be in the same meetings as you. And here you will be able to see me at my best!"

"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled.

"You know," Nina said with a conspirator voice, "Professor Royer often uses me as an incentive to make potential investors more ... incline ... to sign the project with us."

I looked at Nina and realized that she looked very very sexy in very very revealing clothes, I had not really noticed as I was distracted by my own problems, especially the blackmail of Director Tweeks. Nina would indeed make a big impression on any male in the same room as her.

"That's a ... great idea," I replied awkwardly, trying not to look at her big breasts barely hidden by her dress, "but ... but what do you do ... I mean ... for that?"

"I could show you, "she teased me with a naughty smile. "Essentially it is flirting, showing off some skin, light touches. But sometimes some of the business men want more so I just go with them. Professor Royer pays me a good bonus and usually I get a big tip from the men as well."

She was essentially telling me that she was whoring herself off to some investors, and she even seemed to enjoy that. Nina seemed like a reasonable person, what kind of perverse influence this professor was having on these women? Maybe that was what Shannya Tweeks wanted me to find out. At least I was sure that my loving wife Iveta was not going to participate in such agreements to 'entertain' potential business partners.

Nina's mobile phone went off and she quickly ran away, excusing herself for some emergency with the fax machine.

I slowly went down the stairs to the floor of my office and saw Iveta rushing towards the door of the chemical lab. I looked around and saw nobody, then quickly followed her. My sweet wife saw me, looked around suspiciously and jumped into my arms when she saw that we were alone.

"Bertrand my love! I am so glad that you are here! I need to change quickly! Oh my god!!"

She was looking really stressed and I now saw that she was holding two bands of stretch cloth.

"Change? Change what?" I exclaimed surprised.

"My clothes, silly," she replied while pealing off the tight jeans she was wearing today.

"But ... why change your clothes? What's going on?"

My awesome wife stripped off her top and was standing nude in front of me as she was not wearing any bra and panties. My usually so prude Iveta had just stripped naked as if this was a normal thing to do in a chem lab.

"Nina is busy with a problem on our fax machine, I need to replace her for a meeting. She told me I need to wear something sexy!"

I looked at her in disbelief.

"We haven't received a fax in the last 10 years! and besides you don't have any clothes to change into!" I stammered.

"I do," she laughed and raised her hand holding the two bands. She pull both over her head and then over her butt and breasts.

"Voila!" she exclaimed, "I wonder if this is sexy enough."

The bands were only as large as my hands and covering essentially nothing. I was too taken aback to say anything and it took me moments to recover.

"You ... you can't go into a meeting like this!" I protested. "You look like a whore!"

"Don't get upset Bertrand please! This is the first time I will have a large responsibility in my job. I can make a difference here, and if I do a good job our research center will get considerable funding! And besides, I will get a large bonus and it will help us greatly to pay our mortgage!"

Before I could say anything she turned around.

"Is it spreading nicely over my ass?" my usually so shy wife asked, "I really need to make a good impression!"

"For an impression you will make one!" I replied angrily but Iveta did not even notice in her excitement.

"Oh Bertrand, I am so happy to have you! Other husbands would get upset but you agree to this because you know that it is important for me! I love you so much that it hurts!"

There was nothing I could add to this and my sexy wife kissed me on the cheek, then rushed out of the door.

"Going to put on some makeup," she whispered after having checked that the floor was deserted. She blew me a kiss and ran away.

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I was still fuming when the time of the meeting with the investor arrived. I knew all this was just showing some skin like in the car trade conventions where lightly clad ladies were parading around racing cars, but still I was not happy at all that my loving wife was going to show herself off to a complete stranger. I was at least relieved that she would not agree to go with the investor to earn some 'extras' like Nina did...

Actually the meeting went quite well in the beginning. Professor Royer introduced me to the investor, Alain Barquier, who was an ugly fat man around fifty with a big beer belly and balding. He was sweating profusely behind his big glasses despite the air condition which was blowing a polar capable wind, he loosened his tie after 5 minutes and dropped his vest after around 15. My sexy wife Iveta was whirling around in her nearly non-existent clothes, bringing coffee, fetching documents, closing or opening the window blinds as the sun was coming and going. She did not seem at all to notice the frigid temperature or the insistent looks of M. Barquier at her ass.

Professor Francois Royer exposed the research capabilities of our center, and I did a short presentation on our computer network but our potential investor seemed to only have eyes for Iveta which was not at all surprising. I felt my jealousy rising and longed for the end of this meeting so my dearly loved wife could finally change into something more decent.

"I agree with all the conditions," Alain Barquier said finally. "I will transfer the initial funds of 800k euros tomorrow morning and you will get the next payments as the project will be progressing."

I could see that Professor Royer was trying very hard not too smile as there had been nearly no negotiations at all. M. Barquier signed the different parts of the contract, completely distracted by Iveta who was pointing him at the spots where he needed to sign. She made sure to put her barely covered ass just under his nose and I felt a sharp pain in my guts when the investor grabbed a handful of my wife's bum. She just jerked up a little and then smiled as if this ugly man just had made her the nicest of compliments.

"And you will not mind if I invite your ... err ... assistant to ... umm ... dinner tonight?" Alain Barquier said with an excited voice.

I was going to protest but Professor Royer was faster.

"Of course not M. Barquier. I am sure Iveta will be very happy to accept your invitation."

"I am very honored," my dear wife replied happily, "I gratefully accept."

I felt sick again. Was Iveta not seeing that this guy only wanted one thing? And that thing was not just looking at her awesome body. But I couldn't say anything without endangering Iveta's job, and my job now as well. M. Barquier led my wife out of the meeting room while kneeding her buttocks. I wanted to follow but Professor Royer asked me to stay.

"Good job Bertrand," he said while I tried to see where that fat guy was heading to with my wife. "I am very happy about your presentation today. As you can see we won the funding for this new project."

He then looked at me, smiling slightly.

"Of course, I would like you to keep quiet about the little show my assistant did during the meeting. I think you are a very good engineer and I will reward you with a bonus," he added before making a pause which sounded somehow threatening. "I am sure we will have a perfect collaboration."

"Of course Professor Royer," I replied hastily. He wanted me to keep quiet which meant that he felt that what he was doing was wrong. Maybe I had some good reasons to stick close to him, find out his secrets and report back to Director Tweeks. I decided to play along and pretend to be his accomplice. I added,

"I think this is was brilliant idea. I am glad to be able to finally work with you on a project. Until now I really know you only from your reputation."

"Please call me Francois," the professor replied, visibly pleased. "And yes, these little shows tend to work quite well."

"So your assistants have some little side incomes," I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Actually no Bertrand," he replied, looking dead serious, "this is supposed to be their main activity."

He patted me on the shoulder before moving to the door.

"I like you, Bertrand, " he said looking back, "You are a clever guy. We can make great things together."

He smiled.

"By the way, if you want some company tonight, just let me know. I'll find somebody for you."

And he left the meeting room. I waited a second then hurried out into the corridor, hoping to be able to catch up with my loving Iveta, before she was disappearing with this ugly investor. I was shaking at the thought what was going to happen

(to be continued)