Working For His Promotion Pt. 05

"Thank you, Yvette ... that's very nice of you." Adam was beginning to sweat.

The young girl frowned now and then leaned forward to whisper again. "The only thing that worried me was that in the cab, Joanne told me that I shouldn't count on the evening going long enough to have sex with you. She was really quite strong about it ... why would she be so sure?"

"You shouldn't worry about Joanne ... she is one of the managers here at the company and she has her own plan for the way the night will turn out. But I can tell you now that Nick has other ideas, Yvette ... and Joanne's just going to have to live with that. I expect that it could be quite a long night ... and there's a very good chance that you will get your wish."

Yvette gave an excited little shriek and leaned forward to kiss him. Despite her youth, her lips were full and very kissable and she didn't hold back, flashing a bit of tongue between his lips before he withdrew from her, his eyes darting about. Adam waited a moment, then turned nervously to see if Joanne had seen. To his relief, her eyes were closed as Nick nibbled her ear lobe and his right hand lightly stroked the smooth skin on the outside of one breast, exposed out of the side of that new slinky dress.

Relief that his wife hadn't seen Yvette kiss him became jealousy when he saw Nick and Joanne appearing to be so intimate so early in the night. He noticed that his own erection was already quite big and he wondered whether Yvette's tongue kiss and her enthusiastic words or the sight of Joanne succumbing to Nick had been the trigger. He settled for maybe both.

The four of them drank at the bar for about 30 minutes, all four getting through two rounds of drinks. Nick continued to hover over Joanne, rubbing his body against her at every opportunity, his hand regularly reaching out to touch ... her hand, her arm, her hair, the side of her face, the side of her breast ... for any reason he just had to touch her. He was like a dog making a claim on his territory.

Adam excused himself and went away to talk to the maitre d' to see that their booth was ready ... when he came back, both men took up strategic positions to watch the women slide down off the tall stools in their very short dresses. Both women were wise to what was happening and each had their own reasons to put on a show ... neither Nick nor Adam was disappointed.

They slid into a booth where the seat was a U shape, the table close and pinning them in. The two men sat at the outer edges facing each other while the two women sat on the bends of the U. Despite Joanne's earlier reluctance to have Adam and Yvette present, all four got on very well and the conversation flowed easily. From their earlier chat up in his suite, Adam knew that Nick would be burning up with lust for Joanne, but he was relieved that Nick, for now, was keeping a lid on it.

After they had all completed their appetisers, the drink was catching up on Adam. "Sorry guys, I gotta go pee or I'll piss myself right here at the table."

Adam slid out of the booth. "Wait up, Adam ... I'm with you, man," called Nick behind him and Adam turned to wait. Adam was accustomed to women going to the john in pairs, but the men going together ... now that was something new.

Both men entered the toilet and stepped up to the urinals alongside each other, unzipping and hauling them out, then starting to pee. It seems to be a strange man thing to glance across at the next guy. What is it? Is it a matter of checking the equipment ... mine's bigger than his routine? Well, for poor Adam, it certainly wasn't.

Adam did a double take that was accompanied by a whoosh of air.

"What ... what is it, man?" queried Nick, worried about his buddy's reaction.

Adam regathered his cool. "Sorry Nick, I just caught a glimpse ... err ... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been looking ... but that thing's not erect, is it?"

"Oh that ... hey man, you scared me. No, it's not erect, that's just me."

"Holy shit," exclaimed Adam, noting that Nick's cock was hanging about 7" as he pissed and it wasn't even hard. "What does it grow too?"

"I have to admit, not a lot longer, I think it's about 9 inches stiff. Actually, the impressive part about it is the width ... it thickens up to more than double what it is now. No woman yet has been able to get their fingers to touch around it." Nick laughed. "Sorry buddy, but the ladies are usually the ones that are impressed ... I don't normally get guys commenting on it."

Adam was embarrassed, but he couldn't tell Nick that he had only noticed out of concern for his wife who was going to have to accept this thing into her body ... except that Nick wouldn't know that she was Adam's wife. "Do you ever get some women that can't take it that big?"

"No I never have ... with some, it might take a while to get it in, but I can't remember anyone ever saying don't bother. Women love it big, Adam. Oh, they might blush and protest a bit, but secretly, they're dying to get a huge one sometime in their life. I wonder if Joanne's ever had one this size? She should be in for a treat."

"Yeah," said Adam, wondering what Joanne's reaction would be when she saw it fully erect for the first time. He felt compelled to warn her if the opportunity came up. They both shook off any drips before stuffing their cocks back into their trousers and returning to the women in the booth.

As the men were about to slide back in, Joanne was coming out. "Before you settle, Nick, I'm going to grab some stuff from the salad bar."

Adam saw his opportunity. "I'll be in that too, Jo."

She started to say, "You don't like salad..." but choked the words back in without Nick noticing. With their façade as two fellow managers, she really shouldn't know that much about Adam's eating habits. Adam followed closely behind her. Looking back to check that Nick hadn't followed them, Adam leaned close to his wife.

"I wanted to warn you ... although there's nothing you can do about it now. I just saw Nick's cock while we were in the john. It's a fuckin' monster dick."

"What ... is he up already? I haven't touched him yet."

"No, that's the point, Jo. His fuckin' thing flaccid is longer than mine when I'm stiff. It's seven inches when it's soft."

"Oh shit! I wonder how big it grows?"

"He told me."

"He told you? What the hell are you doing ... comparing dicks?"

"No ... you wouldn't understand, it's a man thing. Anyway, I asked him, purely as research for you, my darling. He said it only grows another two inches in length."

"That makes nine. Jesus, that's going to hurt."

"No, I think the female body is quite pliable, your cunt might stretch a bit, but you should be able to take it. Actually, the worse part is that he said its width doubles from what it is when its soft. Now, his fuckin' thing soft was about as thick as mine is hard. Honey, I don't want to scare you, but I thought you should know in advance ... just so you don't freak out when you see it."

"Gee thanks, dear." Was that a note of sarcasm in her voice? She filled her salad bowl and returned to the table ... Adam followed half a minute later and the four talked some more while they waited for their main course to come.

The four of them were getting on very well, in spite of the range of ages from 20 up to around 35 ... nobody was quite sure of Nick's age. When they had all consumed the mains, along with copious amounts of wine, Joanne announced to her fellow table guests: "You better let me get out of here or it's going to be pretty fucking wet under the table."

Adam was surprised, his wife never used bad language in any situation where there were other people present. Adam and Joanne liked to talk up their sex life with a few obscenities, but that was his wife's limit. He was seeing a new side of his wife and he wondered if she embraced a crasser image when out with potential clients.

Nick slid out of the booth and waited for Joanne to make a move. She lifted her body off the seat, but because the table pressed in so far, she had to slide half bent over to get out. To help, she hiked the hem of her dress up to her hips, much as she had done the previous week with Wallace. Her husband got the best eyeful as she slid out of the booth. He managed to tear his eyes away from the white triangle of her panties to look up into her eyes ... she winked down at him with a smile and her lips silently mouthed 'Just for you!'

The peep show might have been, but Adam knew that for the rest of this night, Joanne would not be just for him ... her body would be for whatever use Nick demanded from her. Nick had watched Adam's reaction to Joanne's tease and he stopped Joanne as she straightened ready to start her tipsy walk to the ladies room.

Adam watched as Nick's arm went around her body possessively and he held her against him while his mouth moved to her ear and he whispered for quite a long time. He appeared to be telling her to do something, because when he stopped whispering, she pulled her head back, looked him in the eyes and firmly told him "No!" That just prompted him to lean his mouth back up against her ear and issue a further flow of words. Adam was curious ... as he watched, he saw Joanne again pull her head back and firmly tell Nick, "No, I won't!"

Nick leaned in a third time and more whispered words flowed. Adam saw Joanne's eyes looking back at him as she listened to Nick's continued commands. She was frowning, but when Nick stopped talking this time, she said nothing ... Joanne just looked at him and he leaned toward her and gave her a kiss on the lips. It was not overtly sexual, but Adam noted that Joanne closed her eyes, perhaps expecting it would be. Nick cut the kiss off abruptly and moved away from her, allowing her to continue on to the ladies room.

"Can I get out too please?" Yvette was asking Adam, his mind not paying attention to her plea as he watched the interplay between his wife and his possible new client.

"I'm sorry, Yvette ... yes certainly!" Adam slid out to let her get by. Yvette also hitched her micro mini skirt up to her hips to get out of the difficult booth, but both men were standing at the time and didn't get much of a look.

Both men sat back down. "It's going well," said Nick to Adam. "I can't believe that you held Joanne back until tonight ... she's really your secret weapon, isn't she? An absolute sexpot, I'm looking forward to getting upstairs ... this promises to be a great night. Don't think I haven't seen the look on your face ... I'd say that you've had your eye on Joanne for a while, but because you're married, you're not game to make a move. Am I right?"

"Yeah, pretty much!" sighed Adam resignedly, allowing Nick to think what he wanted.

"So buddy, you're gonna miss out on the prize tonight ... but I wouldn't be sad if I were you. You've got a great little consolation prize there in Yvette. She looks like she'll go off like a firecracker ... and she seems to like you."

"Ummm!" sighed Adam disinterestedly. His thoughts couldn't get past the little incident between Nick and Joanne that he had just watched. 'What is he trying to get her to do?' pondered Adam.

Adam was jolted back to the present when the two ladies reappeared and the men rose to allow them to slide back in on the cushioned bench seat. Adam looked to see his wife hitch her skirt up again, but to his surprise, she didn't ... and had great difficulty sliding in with her skirt tight around her upper thighs.

Yvette had no such qualms about hitching her skirt again but Adam missed it with his eyes on his wife. As he sat back down alongside Yvette, he looked down to see that she had not bothered to lower her skirt, the hem of which now sat across her tummy, revealing most of her black bikini panties. Adam smiled at Yvette when he saw that she was watching him checking her out.

She leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, "At last you've noticed ... I've been sitting like this all night and you didn't seem to care. I was beginning to wonder why I was here."

Adam whispered back. "I'm sorry, Yvette ... you are a beautiful young woman. It's just that I've got a lot on my mind tonight."

"I know you have ... Mr. Johnson explained to me about how important it was for you to sign Nick to buy from our company. Let me know if I can do anything to help."

She really was trying so hard to help the company win this new client and Adam now realised that he had been quite rude, barely involving her in the evening.

Through having this conversation with Yvette, Adam almost missed seeing Nick put his open hand out in front of Joanne. Adam's wife looked nervously across the table at her husband, then she reached into her tiny purse and pulled out her thong panties, all rolled up into a ball, and handed them over to Nick. The prospective client took them in his hand and let them unfurl, dangling the dainty garment from his fingers before holding the crotch of the flimsy garment up under his nose and inhaling deeply.

"Christ, just put them away," snapped Joanne, her face flushing red. Nick just smiled cockily at her and his hand took his prize to his jacket pocket and dropped them inside.

So that's what the discussion had been about before she went to the Ladies room. Adam's mouth hung open and Joanne's eyes again looked nervously at her husband, the look on her face appearing to be apologetic. Yvette didn't miss the thong exchange and innocently, she turned to Adam. "Wow, would you like me to give you mine? I will if you want."

Adam didn't quite know what to say and he looked blankly back at Yvette, still shocked by what he had seen his wife do. Joanne answered Yvette for him, "No, Yvette ... don't do that!"

The 20-year old pouted, "Why not? You did! What's wrong with Adam getting a treat ... you're not his wife."

Adam and Joanne both exchanged shocked double takes at Yvette's unexpected near-revelation ... Nick burst out laughing. "Yes Yvette, good point, take them off and give them to him. I'm sure Adam would love them."

Adam just blushed and turned back to look down at Yvette's lap as her hands dropped below the table and her body lifted up. Her hands slipped up under her skirt and into the waistband of her panties, sliding them swiftly down her legs, her upper body bending over the table while her hands reached down to her feet to pull them over her shoes.

"There you go!" said Yvette, her hand coming up with her panties dangling from her fingers while her body half turned toward him on the long seat beside him, her thighs parting and exposing her bare shaved pussy that only Adam could see. "You have to sniff mine, just like Nick did with Joanne," she told Adam, dangling her panties on the end of one finger up under his nose.

Joanne turned away, unable to look at Yvette and her husband, exclaiming "Oh really, how could you?" Adam wasn't sure whether her anger was directed at Yvette or him or both of them. Whatever, now both women sat at the table without panties. The evening was moving into the next phase.

And very quickly, it turned out. Desserts were served, but Nick didn't want one. While the other three began to eat, Adam observed Nick's hand, closest to Joanne, move below the table. A moment later, Joanne's body suddenly stiffened and her eyes darted to look around at the man next to her. Adam guessed that Nick had placed his wandering hand between her thighs. The unanswered question, at this stage, was were her thighs already parted in anticipation of his roaming fingers, or had he needed to force them apart. Further food for thought for Adam, had she clamped her thighs together against the finger invasion or were her thighs wide allowing Nick's fingers to roam anywhere he desired.

Adam watched intently from across the table as Joanne continued to spoon her dessert into her mouth and Nick silently watched her every move. Adam could see Nick's arm moving, indicating that his intentions below the table were not passive. Within a minute, Joanne's breathing was quickening and she tried to stifle panting gasps by spooning more food into her mouth.

Soon, the food thing had failed. She wasn't able to chew her food because her lips were now parted and her mouth emitted a keening sound of increasing pleasure. There were recollections of Meg Ryan's fake orgasm scene from the movie, "When Harry Met Sally" ... only this restaurant table scene was not fake. There was no table thumping, she had dropped the spoon and her hands now gripped the table edge so hard that her knuckles went white as her whole body began to tremble. Her breaths were coming in short, sharp gasps and her eyes rolled back and then closed.

Nick was mumbling to her, his mouth up against her cheek. "Go with it babe ... let it go ... you know you want it ... don't hold it back. Uncle Nick's got a lot more for you tonight, babe ... come on, give it up now ... that's the girl."

With a half scream from her lips that Adam was sure could be heard several tables away in the crowded restaurant, Joanne's body exploded into a powerful orgasm. Her body jerked and trembled ... Yvette and Adam both stared open-mouthed across the table at Joanne ... her eyes clamped shut, closing out the embarrassing reality of what she had just allowed to happen to her body.

Nick broke the silence as gradually, Joanne's heavy breathing abated. "I am speaking for this lovely lady alongside me when I tell you that Joanne wants to assure you both that she feels a lot better now." With his words, Joanne opened her eyes and she turned to stare incredulously at the man alongside her, whose fingers still softly stirred around in her mushy cunt. "She also wants it known that she would like me to put my big cock where my fingers are right now..." Nick smiled at her. "...as soon as possible ... and I will, that's for sure."

"Oh my God," Joanne's first words since her massive release. "I don't believe what just happened. I'm sorry everybody!" She turned to the man alongside her, "You really are very naughty to do that ... I just couldn't stop myself."

Adam felt Yvette's fingers touch his thigh and then curl across his trousers and grasp the huge erection confined within them. "Wow ... you sure enjoyed watching that. Hey guys, you should feel how hard he is," she gleefully told Joanne and Nick. Adam's wife frowned at the revelation that her husband's cock had reacted so strongly to seeing another man fondling her cunt to a powerful orgasm.

"I'm sure he is," said Nick. "For that matter, so is mine. I'd say the time has come for us to get out of here. There's a pair of big beds waiting and I think we're all ready for an adventure up in my room."

"No, no ... not them too ... just us, Nick ... I want it to be just us, please" Joanne pleaded with him alarmingly.

"No babe, I've got it all planned. Yvette and Adam can have the second bed in my bedroom." He turned to face Joanne, "You and I have got the main bed."

"No, I don't want to do that ... I want it to be just us, on our own. Please honey," Joanne was turning on the charm and her hand had snaked out to grasp his hard-on still trapped in his trousers. Although Adam had pre warned her, her first feel of it came as a big shock. "Hell, what is that?" she shrieked, her hand recoiling after travelling along its length.

Nick's head rocked back in laughter. "I've been saving up my little surprise for you ... well, not really little! It's more of a big surprise. No, not even big! How about my giant surprise ... and its all for you, sweetheart."

Joanne cringed at being called sweetheart, one of her pet peeves and her husband cringed because he felt uncomfortable being this close to the intimacy between Joanne and Nick.

"Goodness me, you are big, aren't you?" Joanne was stroking Nick's still clothed organ.

As our characters are about to take the action upstairs to Nick's suite, as the author, I am asking you – the reader - to take a moment to reflect. How would you feel? You don't really know how you will react until confronted by the situation that now faces Adam. The beautiful woman seated opposite him at this restaurant table is the woman he married only 2 years ago ... in front of their mums and dads and sisters and brothers and aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. The woman he declared to be the love of his life for the rest of his days.