Working For His Promotion Pt. 02

She turned at the sound of the door opening and her expression showed that she was understandably annoyed at his intrusion. "What the hell are you doing in here? God, is there no privacy … do you mind?"

"I am sorry, my dear," he replied as he stepped toward her. "You are quite right, you would expect you could have a piss on your own. It's just that I have something extra for you to wear. I couldn't think of any other way to get it to you."

"What is it?" she said, curious, her initial anger subsiding as she dropped the wad of toilet paper into the bowl and flushed.

Joanne had begun to tug her thong up her thighs by the time Robert reached her. He took something from his trouser pocket and his hand quickly moved to her crotch just in front of her thong, so that his hand holding an object got caught between her mound and the thong.

"Stop … what are you doing?"

"It's okay, babe, I just want you to wear this for me in your panties."

"No, what is it?" she said, backing away from him.

"It's harmless, Joanne. Don't panic about it … its just a little battery toy. Sort of a vibrator. We're going to be a while having dinner, I'd just like to have you staying aroused until we can go to bed together."

He stood close to her, his hand still trapped by the thong that she had drawn back into position. She looked into his eyes, and was apprehensive. "It's okay, really!" he reassured her again.

Joanne felt his fingers slowly withdrawing, leaving a plastic object within her thong. His hands pushed hers aside and he grasped the two sides of the thong and hitched it up high and tight. She felt the object press against her mound. "I want you to leave it there, babe," he told her.

"Well alright!" she nodded apprehensively. "But what's it for?"

Robert reached his hand back into his pocket and she felt the object spring into action right up against her hooded clit. Her legs buckled slightly, but she managed to stay standing. "Oh shit, what's that?"

The tingling sensation in her crotch lasted barely five seconds.

"I told you, just a little something to get you ready for me."

"Oh, no way, I'm not wearing that right through dinner."

"Joanne, you will wear that, and I'll be giving you a little wake-up call whenever I feel like it. Now pull your dress back down and let's get back to the dining room before we're missed. You go first."

Joanne wanted to debate the wearing of the vibrator with him, but she could see how determined he appeared. She knew he wasn't about to change his mind. She grabbed the hem of her dress and wriggled it back down over her hips and thighs.

Joanne rejoined Adam and Jane and she was amused to find them engaging in some meaningless conversation. Robert took the circuitous route back through the kitchen and reappeared carrying some plates, making it look as if he had been out helping Maria the whole time.

All four of them enjoyed three courses over a two-hour period. Only Adam and Jane drank the wine while both Robert and Joanne were very circumspect, each slowly sipping water.

The dinner conversation was very general and cordial, even humorous at times. No mention was made of why Joanne was here. Outwardly, it appeared like a standard dinner party. Adam and Joanne were wondering whether Jane even knew what was to occur shortly.

Robert turned the dial on his little plastic toy quite frequently, much to Joanne's annoyance, each hit giving her cunt a decided buzz, too quiet to attract attention. Some were just for a few seconds and seemed to go unnoticed by Adam and Jane, but on one occasion, just as Maria was serving the desserts, Robert wound the dial up high and left it there. The pressure on Joanne's mound from the vibrations started the moisture flowing, seemingly spreading her lips and bringing her clit to the surface.

It went on so long, she began to make faces at Robert, who just smirked back at her. Fortunately, Adam and Jane were in lengthy conversation with Maria about the dessert and seemed oblivious to Joanne's predicament. As the arousal continued, her breathing shortened and became heavier … she was certain that she would soon come, right there at the table. Joanne was embarrassed, she usually had such noisy orgasms.

Her whole lower body and thighs were trembling from the good vibes. Joanne could sense that Adam and Jane's conversation with Maria was about at an end and an orgasm appeared inevitable for her. Robert's timing was impeccable, he switched the vibe off just before Joanne reached the point of no return and she was left with her pelvis thrusting forward, her whole body craving a release.

Jane turned to Joanne, "Are you feeling alright dear? You appear to be sweating … and you do look quite flushed."

"I think it's just a bit warm in here," answered Joanne, turning from Jane to Robert to frown in his direction.

He never gave her another long burst like that one, but he did resume the short sharp 5-second buzzes, just to keep her on edge. By the end of dinner, Joanne's whole body was bubbling in an extremely high state of arousal. Where before she had been apprehensive about this night, now she was almost looking forward to being with Robert, if only to satisfy the sensual cravings his little toy had created in her cunt.

When all of the eating was over, the four of them retired to the deck to drink their coffees while they took in the view of the moonlight over the lake. Joanne walked over to the railing and placed her coffee down on the wide capping that topped the railing. Robert followed her across the wide expanse of deck and ignoring their respective spouses, she felt him press his body up against her back, his arms folding around to hug her.

"What about your wife?" Joanne thought she had whispered, intending the words only for Robert. She was surprised when Jane responded from the doorway, across the width of the deck.

"You don't need to worry about me, Joanne. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. To answer the question that you just asked my husband and to put your mind at rest, I know why you're here and I am perfectly comfortable with it. Robert and I have a very open marriage. I won't be in your way tonight and no need to fear being caught up in some weird menage a trois. You see, when Robert is entertaining a young woman, I stay downstairs in one of the guest bedrooms. It's quite comfortable there and I can't hear anything, so you can be as vocal as you want. Robert does like his women to be vocal."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I was just a bit surprised."

"Quite natural, my dear. That's okay, I can clearly see why Robert would want to have you to himself. You are indeed a very beautiful young woman and my husband is going to be a very fortunate man tonight. I am sure that you will both enjoy yourselves. He is a wonderful lover with great endurance. He can teach you a lot."

Jane turned to Adam. "I hope that you will be okay with this, Adam. You seem to be a very nice young man and I have no doubt that at this stage you would be feeling quite left out. It's just one night, you will have her back tomorrow and your marriage will probably be richer for what she will learn from Robert."

Jane fondly touched Adam on the arm. "If you will all excuse me, I will take my leave. I hope you all have a good night." She turned and disappeared through the patio door, leaving Adam and Joanne stunned.

Joanne couldn't turn around to verify Jane's departure, she was pressed against the railing by Robert's body and she could feel that he was now highly aroused, his erection fitting perfectly in the ridge between her arse cheeks. His hands came up to her breasts, one on each, fondling her through the thin material of her dress. Again, she was self conscious that her husband was left standing alone to watch this intimacy.

She managed to half turn her head toward Robert and whispered, "Should Adam go home now, he probably doesn't know what to do. And from what your hands are doing to me and with the feel of you against my arse, I expect that things are about to get very serious between us."

"My lovely Joanne, you are right about us … we are about to get to know each other very intimately. But my dear … no, Adam will be staying for awhile."

"Why … for how long?"

"Until he's watched our first fuck together."

"What … why … we didn't know about this. I don't think that's fair. This is hard enough for him to manage without humiliating him. What kind of man are you?"

"I am a man who is about to satisfy his lust for the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. But as for your husband, that's just the way it is, Joanne. Only by Adam watching the two of us going at it, will he truly know the value of what he has given me tonight."

"I think you're terribly cruel!"

"Be that as it may, my dear. That is what will happen. Now, it is already past ten, I think that we might begin. What do you say?"

"I'd say that I'd like you to let my husband go now." Joanne's voice was firm.

"I am sorry, can't be done. You are in my house and you are playing by my rules."

With that, Robert pulled away from her body, releasing her to move away from the railing, but immediately taking her hand and leading her back into the house past her husband. "Come with us, Adam," he commanded.

Adam meekly and dutifully followed the pair as Robert steered Joanne to the stairs, his arm possessively and tightly around her waist. They climbed up a flight to the master bedroom with Adam following about three steps behind the couple. He couldn't help but admire his wife's arse in the tight fitting dress, despite the circumstances of the evening that seemed to be about to make him an observer.

The master bedroom was a magnificent room, also opening out through sliding doors to an outside deck overlooking the lake. The bed was the centrepiece and it was round. Furniture was sparse, but a standard upright chair had been placed in the middle of the room facing the bed and just a metre (three feet) from it.

Robert led Joanne to the bed, calling back to Adam, "Take a seat, Adam." Robert motioned with his head toward the lone chair. "I want you to stay for awhile. I think you'll find the next hour quite entertaining."

Adam silently walked to the chair and sat down as Robert stepped in front of Joanne. She had turned around when she reached the edge of the bed and she stood, her back to it, looking quite nervous and casting frequent glances sideways toward her husband, seated not more than 6 feet away from where she stood. 'I wish I'd had a second strong drink,' she thought. 'So I could be as unaccountable as I was last weekend.'

Robert reached around Joanne to the back of her neck and she heard the zip sliding down, the front of the tight deep blue dress loosening as it fell forward. "Could you take my trousers off please, Joanne."

It all seemed rather clinical as her hands came up and fumbled with his belt while his hands now pulled the dress forward off her breasts. She released his belt and her arms drew up self consciously to partially cover her now exposed orbs. The dress now bunched at her waist as he pulled her arms away from her breasts and placed her hands back at the waist of his trousers. Obediently, she pulled down the zipper on his fly with only her fingers, trying to avoid the back of her hand rubbing against his still clothed cock that she knew was already erect.

With his belt undone and the waist unclasped, his trousers fell in a pool around his ankles. The bottom of his shirt barely covered his tenting underpants. Robert pushed her tight dress over her hips and it too fell in a pool at her feet.

Robert took a step back to admire what he had just revealed, kicking his trousers off his feet as he did. She stood straight in high heels, proud of her young and shapely body. Although just a trifle nervous, she was all to well aware of the impact her body would be having on both men. She still wore a two-tone black and grey half-cup bra that pushed her breasts up firmly, plus a thong, stockings, suspender belt and high-heeled shoes. The high heels accentuated her long legs and prompted her arse to curve magnificently. Her husband excitedly watched her in profile.

Robert reached out and touched her bra. "Please take it off!" was all he said and her hands reached behind her back to unclasp it. Her hands then moved to hold each cup, easing them gently off her sensitive breasts before casting the bra to the floor. Robert reached out and ran his fingers down the gentle slope of her breast, stroking softly all the way to where the slope curved up like a ski jump to end in her rigid nipple.

He repeated the manoeuvre on her other breast. "Perfect … they are perfect. I knew they would be. Everything about you is perfect." Turning to Adam, he said, "You are one lucky son of a bitch. To have this with you every night." Robert waved his hand in a salute. "I thank you, Adam, you are a generous man."

Humbled by Robert's praise of her and pleased that he had at last acknowledged her husband's generosity in allowing this to happen, Joanne smiled and lifted one hand to affectionately run it over Robert's cheek. It was an unusual sign of affection to a man that had forced her to be here in this way tonight, about to give herself freely to him.

Her body shivered self-consciously and she whispered to Robert, hoping her husband would not hear. "I'm still very nervous, I only had one stiff drink … perhaps I should have had two. It might calm me down if you could kiss me again please … the way you did at the front door when we arrived." She couldn't believe that she had uttered those words … she was taking the initiative.

Robert stepped close to her again and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her to him as his face descended and his mouth opened to kiss hers, once more with passion. Again, there were duelling tongues and she didn't hold back, her lips and tongue responding enthusiastically, Joanne unconsciously bringing one arm up to affectionately drape her hand around his neck.

The kiss was another marathon and when it ended after perhaps two, maybe three minutes, her breathing was fast and her face was flushed. "Do you feel better?" he enquired.

"Much!" was all she could say as her arm remained locked around his neck, keeping him close to her.

"I think you might be ready?"

She never verbally responded, just blinked her eyes demurely and nodded her head slowly in agreement, her head turning to ashamedly steal a glance at Adam, looking to judge his reaction. When Joanne wouldn't look away from him, Adam resignedly nodded his silent okay.

Robert took the hand that was hanging by her side and led her to kneel on the bed. "Get in the middle," was his only instruction.

She slipped her high heels off and the pool of material that was her dress and did as he commanded, shuffling on her knees to the centre of the round bed from where she stopped to look back at Robert. He just stared at her retreating figure on hands and knees, mesmerised by the sight of her compact arse, the cheeks split by the thin strand of satin that barely concealed her anus and cunt.

For a moment or two, she almost seemed to be posing that way in the middle of the bed, allowing Robert – and Adam – to take a good long look, then she let her body flop down flat on the bed and rolled over onto her back, raising her knees. Robert knelt on the bed and then did as she did, crawling on his knees across the wide bed to Joanne. When he reached her, he placed a hand on each raised knee and pushed them apart and she spread her feet well apart too.

All the time, she took regular furtive sideways glances at Adam, who sat silently in the chair, watching the scenario unfolding before him. The bed, being round, had no head and no foot, so Robert had placed Adam's chair at a point furthest away from the wall. When Joanne crawled across the bed and lay down in the middle, her body was parallel to the wall, as if she was lying across the bed if it had been a conventional one. Therefore, she lay side-on in profile To Adam.

Robert knelt upright in front of her widely spread legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, then peeling it off to reveal to her a dominant spread of dark hair on his chest. Only his underpants remained, tented by his erection. He put his hands in the waistband and drew them down over his cock, revealing his hard-on to Joanne – and to the watching Adam – for the first time. Robert lifted each knee, one by one, to get his underpants off his legs.

Joanne had been anxious to know what Robert's cock would be like … size, colour, texture. As she gazed down between her raised legs, all the answers were revealed. The biggest difference was that his cock was circumcised, she had never experienced one like that before. She was pleased that his size was not a lot different from Adam's … and she knew that Adam would also be happy that this man would not be carving out a wider path within her.

Robert bent his head forward bringing his face in close between her spread knees, then his head turned and he first licked, then kissed her inner thigh through her stocking on her right leg, working his way up her thigh toward the best part. As he neared the top of her thigh, his lips moved on to the bare skin above her stocking top. An inch from her mound, he switched to the other leg, starting just beyond her knee, again on her stocking, licking, then kissing his way up her inner thigh. Joanne closed her eyes to shut out her sight of her husband watching her. She also moaned quietly.

Robert, on his knees between her thighs, shuffled closer, his hands reaching up to her waist to grasp her thong and he pulled it down. She helpfully raised her arse to release it … Adam saw the little vibrator disc fall to the bed and wondered what it was. When Robert had pulled her thong clear of her legs, he grasped the skimpy garment in his palm, feeling how wet it was. "You have soaked this through. Fuck me, you are some kind of horny lady."

"If I am, then it was helped along by that damn thing you put in my thong," she reminded him.

She had opened her eyes and was smiling down at him … he smiled back. She watched with surprise as he lowered his head into the gap between her thighs and his mouth zeroed in on her mound. His lips parted and she felt the swipe of his tongue at her cunt from bottom to top, licking up her juices, the tongue stroke just barely reaching her clitoris before it withdrew and went back for a second swipe.

He licked at her cunt again and again, each stroke of his tongue now lingering briefly at her clit before beginning the next swipe. Her breathing quickened, escaping her lips in gasps as her hands reached down between her legs and her fingers entwined in his hair, pulling his head and in turn, his mouth, hard onto her pubic mound. She let out a guttural keening sound, "Uuunnnnhhhh!"

Robert was now unable to pull back for each new licking stroke because she gripped his head so tightly to her … her thighs were locked around his ears. He formed an 'O' with his lips and closed them over her budding clit … sucking on it to draw it up hard and erect in his mouth while the tip of his tongue licked it gently.

"Oh God … yes!" she screamed as she felt the throbbing begin deep inside, rapidly rising to the surface. She knew that she was now seconds away from a pulsing climax and she wantonly thrust her pelvis up greedily at his enveloping mouth as her orgasm hit. "Unnnhhh … unnnhhh! Oh yes … yes … unnnhhh!"

She took her whole body weight on her shoulders and feet as her back arched up clear of the bed … her arse suspended two feet up, his head wedged firmly in a vice-like hold between her thighs that continued to grip him … his mouth mashed against her throbbing, pulsing clitoris as her whole lower body spasmed.