Working For His Promotion Pt. 01

'Robert Johnson is obviously a powerful identity, both in this company and in this town. For Adam's sake, I will do well not to antagonise him,' she thought.

The party began to break up not long after the cake cutting speech. Adam suggested to his wife that they leave now ... they sought out Robert and his wife, Jane to thank them for the invitation. The hosts had still been standing, arms around each other's waists, seemingly a perfect couple, talking to other guests. Robert broke away to shake Adam's hand ... then while Adam said goodnight to Jane, Robert leaned in toward Joanne, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek and whispering in her ear, "I will call you, you better answer."

She froze at his words, realising that her association with Robert Johnson may have only just begun. Still reeling from his comment, Joanne found Robert's wife Jane reaching out with her hand to shake Joanne's. "It was such a pleasure to meet you, Joanne. I hope you'll come again."

Joanne pondered the words, were they intentionally phrased that way, how much did Jane see, while standing and perhaps listening just outside the rotunda. How long had she been there? Was she well aware of her husband's indiscretions? How many other company wives had he attempted to seduce in this way? Had he told them all that they were the most beautiful woman in this town?

Joanne managed to force a smile for Jane, saying, "Thank you for having us."

"I am sure we will become good friends."

Joanne was even more stunned by Jane's parting words. What would they have in common? Jane was, like Robert, in her mid forties. The Johnson's were obviously rolling in money, judging by the opulence of the home and its hillside setting overlooking the lake. Adam and Joanne were twenty years younger, just starting out. They had managed to rent a comfortable home while they saved enough money to buy a place of their own.

Adam and Joanne walked hand-in-hand to the car. When they got in for the drive home, Joanne didn't put her seat belt on, but instead half turned in her seat toward her husband and laid her head on his shoulder for the half-hour drive home.

"What did Robert say to you at the door?"

The question surprised Joanne ... she didn't think that Adam had noticed and she struggled to find a good answer through her alcoholic haze. "Oh that ... nothing."

"What do you mean nothing. He appeared to whisper something in your ear. You were blushing."

"Was I? No Adam, it's not important. He was just flirting with me."

"Flirting with you? My boss!"

As soon as she had said flirting, she knew that it was too much information to give her husband while she was affected by the wine. She attempted to distract him by moving her hand directly to his crotch, finding his cock through his trousers ... it was lying soft and dormant.

"Joanne, why was he flirting with you?"

She stared out at the road ahead through the front windscreen, her hand still covering his clothed cock, her mind spinning, trying to determine how much she should tell him. They drove on in silence for a while.

"Adam, I have a confession to make."

He turned to look at her. "Something tells me I might not like this."

"It's about your boss, Adam. I think he's a bit of a lecher."

"There are rumours around the office. Why, what happened with Robert?"

"Darling..." she said to him hesitantly.

"Yes!" he answered cautiously, feeling that he was not going to like what was coming. His fellow executives had already regaled him with stories of how the boss had hit on all of their wives. It seemed that most of the company men accepted it as a small price to pay for having such good jobs and being so well paid. Extraordinarily, Adam had got the impression that his fellow executives' wives went along with it too. Adam had not yet told Joanne of the rumours he had heard.

Joanne continued, "...I told you how I had too much wine to drink. I really had become very tipsy and I was afraid that I would say something to someone that could embarrass me ... and you, of course! I was also feeling like I might throw up. It was quite stuffy in the house."

"Why didn't you come and find me? I could have left, we could have gone home."

"I looked around for you, but you were deep in conversation with some guys, it looked important."

"We were probably just talking about football."

"I didn't know that. I just wanted some fresh air, so I slipped out onto the patio, but that was noisy too. So I took a stroll out in the garden and I found a beautiful little rotunda with a swing seat inside. I just sat down and gently pushed myself back and forth and looked out on the beautiful moonlit lake. The night air was wonderful and it at least cleared away the need to throw up."

Joanne looked up at Adam to see how he was coping so far. He looked all right, but then she hadn't got to the bad bits yet.

"I was enjoying the still night and the quiet, so far away from the noise of the party ... just alone with my thoughts. But then Robert suddenly appeared there in the rotunda. He came and sat down alongside me on the swing seat and told me it was really a love seat. He put his arm around me and told me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen."

She felt her husband's body tense up with her revelation and she gripped his cock tighter through his trousers.

"He certainly has a way with words. Why didn't you just get up and walk away?"

"That is what I would have done if I was sober. But I told you that I was quite affected and my head was spinning. Then when he started to rock the seat, I had to close my eyes ... I thought I was going to throw up. Anyway, suddenly he just started kissing me..."

"And you let him?"

"Adam, he just snuck up on me. The kisses were just on the top of my head at first, in my hair. It all seemed a bit harmless. But then somehow his mouth was suddenly on mine and there was his tongue..." Her voice trailed off for a moment as tears began rolling down her cheeks. He turned his head and saw them.

"I tried to protest, Adam. I truly did. I kept telling him 'don't do that', but he wouldn't stop. He just kept kissing me and he had his tongue in my mouth."

"So you opened your mouth to kiss him?"

"He forced it open with his tongue."

"What was your tongue doing when he forced his tongue in your mouth?"

"It wasn't like that, darling. You make it sound like I was enjoying it ... like I was participating."

"What was your tongue doing while he was sticking his tongue inside your mouth."

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she confessed, "My tongue was doing it back to him, playing with his tongue and our lips were all mashed together. Adam, I am so sorry. Nothing like this has ever happened before. I was just so scared of offending your boss. I was worried about what it might do to your career here."

"So how far did this kissing go?"

This was not going well for Joanne. How could she have thought that it would? She should never have started, she had painted herself into a corner.

"That's all, Adam. We just kissed for awhile," she lied.

"There must have been more. We're talking about a serial seducer, all of my colleagues at work had warned me to keep you away from him. Apparently, all of their wives have been pursued by him at one time or another."

"It was quite passionate kissing."

"And you sound like you were enjoying it ... playing tongues with him?"

"I didn't say that I enjoyed it!"

"But you hadn't stopped him?"

"I told you I tried to. I just didn't want to put your boss offside."

While they had been talking, Joanne hadn't noticed – until now – that the cock that her hand was loosely draped over, had grown enormously and was now a bona fide erection, tenting Adam's pants up.

Suddenly aware of his strong physical reaction to her embarrassing revelation, Joanne seized the opportunity to divert attention away from her. "What's this?" she said, grasping the tented trousers firmly, tugging on his shaft. "Why have you got a hard-on when I'm telling you about being kissed by your boss?"

"No, it's not because of what you're saying. You've had your hand on me since we left their house. My cock is just responding to your hand."

"Rubbish! My hand was there for a long while. You only got big when I started telling you about me being kissed by Robert Johnson. You are weird, why would that turn you on?"

Adam was in denial. "I'm not turned on by that. I'm disappointed in you. You're twisting it all around."

"You're not disappointed. How dare you! You're making me feel so bad that I let Robert kiss me, and all the time it's turning you on. You are so big from what I've just told you."

"No!" he said meekly and looked at her, he was embarrassed.

Her hands went to the fly of his trousers and she unzipped them, reaching in to lower his underpants and then carefully pulling out his erect cock, standing up proudly. Her head dipped over him and he felt her wet lips cover the head and she sucked vigorously, her fingers caressing the underside of his shaft.

"Ohhh, I might have to pull over if you're going to do that."

She paused to speak. "Keep driving!"

Her mouth formed a perfect oval and she began to slide it halfway down his shaft, each stroke bringing her lips back to the ridge so that just the knob of his cock remained inside her mouth, then the tongue would swipe across the slitted opening, teasing him.

She heard the sound of the car slowing and realised he was stopping ... but she didn't stop. She just kept sucking her way up and down his impressive shaft. His breathing told her he was getting close to a release. Abruptly, she stopped her sucking of his cock, pulling her head away before his hands could react to hold her there.

"Don't stop!" he called out. He humped his cock up but there was nothing but air above him.

Joanne had slipped back to the far side of the car and was leaning back against the door. Her knees lifted and her hands slipped down to grasp the hem of her sleek black dress and she tugged the sides up her legs until the hem had passed her hips.

"Please Joanne, finish me. Don't leave me like this."

"Do you want to hear more?" she asked, her voice now low and sultry, the tears drying. His erection seemingly in reaction to her confession had changed the situation ... she had taken control. With her dress pushed up around her hips, her bare legs were free and she spread them wide. Adam had stopped the car under a street lamp and the light shone through the front windscreen onto her spread thighs. Adam could see her soaked panties barely concealing her mound.

Now Adam had a tear in his eye. "You said there wasn't any more?"

"Well there is, Adam. He did do more to me. I shouldn't have let him, but I did because I was worried that you might lose your job. So I just let him touch me. Do you want to hear about him touching me, Adam?"

He just stared at his beautiful wife ... Adam had never seen Joanne like this before. So raw, so seductive, so alluring! What had changed her?

"The size of your cock tells me that you want to hear more, Adam." She had kicked her shoes off when she got into the car and now one bare foot reached out and rubbed the underside of his cock. Her hands were gently running up and down the insides of her thighs, heading for her spread crotch, then turning back just before reaching it. "Do you want to hear where he put his hand, Adam?"

"Yes! Yes I do!" Her husband stared at her mound as her foot stroked his cock. One of her hands now continued on to her panties and pulled the gusset aside, exposing her cunt lips, already wet and open ... spread wide, exposing the pink insides. Her fingers did a couple of passes along her exposed slit.

"His hand touched my breast while we were still kissing, Adam. He massaged it in his hand. Not actually touching the skin, I still had my dress on." Her other hand went up to cover one breast the way Robert had done earlier and she demonstrated how it moved around and around her breast. Her eyes had closed.

"He did that for a little while, but then his hand was gone. He wasn't touching me anywhere, but he was still kissing me with his lips and his tongue and I knew where his hand would go next. You know too, don't you Adam?"

Her eyes were open again, watching him. He just nodded his head to her that he knew. "Do you want to tell me where you think his hand went? Tell me, Adam."

"Your cunt, he wanted to touch your cunt." He said it softly.

"You're right! I knew you'd know ... you're so smart, Adam. That's from being a man, isn't it? All men know where any other man is going to want to touch a woman – their woman ... particularly a man like Robert. But my dress was so tight and despite what you may be thinking now, I really didn't want this to happen. You have to believe me, I promise you ... I was torn between my love for you and honouring our marriage vows on the one hand ... and not wanting to piss off your boss on the other hand."

Joanne brought her thighs back together and pushed her dress back down so it just barely covered her cunt. She moved over close to her husband again, leaning over the auto change stick and the handbrake, taking his cock in one hand while lifting his other hand and placing it midway along one of her thighs.

She moved her mouth up close to his head and whispered in his ear. "I'll tell you what he did to me, and you can do it to me again. Okay?"

Adam turned his head to look into her eyes. He nodded silently, caught up in this sensual game she was playing with him. She guided the fingers of the hand she was holding against her thigh and pushed them under her tight dress, guiding his wrist while his fingers touched her mound, the panties again covering her treasure.

"Pull them aside, Adam. You have to do it yourself. Pull them aside, just like Robert did to me out in the rotunda." Her face still pressed up against the side of his head, she gasped in his ear as she felt his fingers pulling the gusset of her panties to one side and then stroking her moist cunt.

"Find my clit, honey. That's what Robert did, he went straight for my clit. You do it too, Adam, just like he did. You need to know what he did to me ... you need to feel me the way he felt me."

Her hand renewed its grasp on his stiff cock, standing straight up from out of his trousers. He gasped as he felt her hand sliding up and down the underside.

"This bit is only for you, Adam. I never touched Robert, I swear. He pleasured me, but I did nothing for him. Please believe me! I saved this part just for you." She was stroking her hand up and down his shaft.

For a moment, he got so carried away with her hand on his shaft that he forgot about what his fingers should be doing.

"Don't forget my clit, honey. He was touching me there. Damn, I must be distracting you by touching your cock ... Robert didn't have that distraction. All of his attention was on me ... on my clit."

"Aaaahhhh!" she sighed as she felt his fingers swirl around her clitoris, just as Robert's had only an hour ago.

"Not much room to work in with my dress so tight, is there?"

Adam nodded, his eyes closed, enjoying the touch of her soft feminine hand up and down the underside of his rampant organ.

"That's about the same amount of access that Robert had. He could just barely get his fingers at me. Still it was very good, Adam ... nearly as good as it feels with you doing it. I really didn't want him to do it ... you know that, don't you?"

"Y-e-s!" His answer was a breathy drawn out gasping yes. Adam would have agreed with anything at this moment. He was thrusting his cock up into her palm, trying to quicken her strokes on him as he felt his arousal reaching the crest.

His fingers on her clitoris had now developed a rhythm, aided by strong and suggestive thrusting of her pelvis. Joanne knew this wouldn't take long, she already felt the throbbing beginning again deep inside her body, just as it had an hour ago at the hands of Robert in the rotunda. Sensing her release was closing in, Joanne intensified her strokes on her husband's cock, wanting to bring him off with her.

"You do it better than he can, honey..." Her voice rose with the sensations she was feeling and trailed off as the throbbing reached fever pitch and broke the surface right at her clitoris, her body exploding under his relentless fingers that swirled and swirled around her bud.

Her pelvis bucked and pitched, her thighs clamping together to grip his hand and lock it against her cunt.

"Now ... now!" he screamed and a blast of cum spurted from his spasming cock, nearly reaching his chin and splattering back over his clothes. Joanne ducked her head down and wrapped her lips around his pulsing knob just in time for his second spurt. She allowed his milky fluid to launch into the back of her throat, then swallowed it down as a third blast slid over her tongue.

"You are too much!" he told his wife as she sucked up the last of his jism from his now deflating cock.

Joanne pulled her head up and kissed him full on the lips. Adam could taste the remnants of his cum on her lips and in her mouth.

"You can take your hand out from under my dress now."

He dutifully withdrew his hand, the gusset of her panties snapping back to cover her mound. She eased herself back onto her haunches. "And that's all he did to me."

"But you didn't touch him the way you just touched me?"

"No, I told you darling ... that was your bonus. I added that bit for you because you had such an erection. I don't even know if he had one, I never got to touch him."

"I'll bet he did. Kissing you like that, with all that tongue action, then touching your cunt. Boy, he'd have been standing straight up, just like mine was."

"Yes, now let's talk about that. Can you explain to me why you got so horny hearing about your boss touching me. You should have been so pissed off ... but instead, you were turned on. I don't know if I like that reaction."

"Joanne, I can't explain it. You're quite right, I should be pissed off, because I am upset ... and I'm annoyed at you for letting him get away with kissing you and fingering you. But for some strange reason ... when you were telling me about Robert doing all that stuff to you, I just got so turned on. It's like it wasn't the woman I love that you were telling me about ... it's like it was someone as beautiful as you ... but it wasn't my wife - she wouldn't do those things with another man."

"Darling, don't look now, but I think we've attracted some attention in this neighbourhood. We were probably both a bit noisy. I can see a couple of guys that have come out of houses across the road. Can we get out of here ... quickly?"

Adam quickly started the car, put it in gear and they drove on.

Once safely back at home, they went straight to their bedroom. Adam changed into his pyjamas bottoms while Joanne went into the en suite bathroom to remove her make up.

"Honey, there is one worrying thing about your boss that I haven't told you. He told me he wants me, but next time in a bed ... he said it doesn't matter whether its his or our bed. I told him I wasn't interested and certainly I wasn't available, but he was very persistent. I told him I wouldn't answer the phone if he called. Remember, you asked me what he was saying when he whispered to me as we were leaving?"

"Oh yes, that's right. What was that?"

"He said he was going to call me, and that I had better answer the phone."

"Don't worry Joanne, I'll have a talk to him on Monday."

"Oh no ... what will you say?"

"I don't know, but he'll have to understand that you are mine ... that I don't share my wife ... even if he is my boss and he pays me a lot of money."

She came to him and kissed him. "Thank you Adam ... you know that I don't want him ... he's not my type. Honey, you're the only type I want."