Reasons to be cheerful.
It is Friday.
The sun is making a valiant effort to shine.
My ideas bank is almost as full as my bra cup.
The only cloud on my horizon is Alex. My husband seems reluctant to leave the house and keeps drifting in and out of my work room.
“You haven’t forgotten about tonight, have you darling?”
Here he comes again. Reappearing like Banquo’s ghost.
Alex is the senior partner in the second largest accountancy practice in our city. He is also a member of some club for business types. I forget the name, but it makes me think of Camelot. The ‘tonight’ he refers to is their annual Ladies Night. A rare treat, as wives are spared the excitement of their regular meetings.
“Of course not darling. I’m really looking forward to it.”
He continues to hang around behind my desk chair. I am naked beneath my robe and fresh from the shower. But I sense there is something else on his mind.
“It’s just that Peter Haskell is our guest speaker and because I’m Chairman this year he will be joining our table for dinner.”
Alex venerates successful business people in much the way teenage girls moon over pop singers.
There is nothing new so far.
“Word on the street says that Haskell Precision Engineering are not altogether happy with their accountants.”
At last! The doors of perception open and the light of understanding floods in.
“So if you wouldn’t mind…”
“You want me to be nice to him?”
He looks relieved. “Oh could you? That would be marvellous.”
Satisfied, he makes his final exit and minutes later I hear the front door close.
It is almost nine o’clock at The County Hotel. Minestrone soup, Beef Wellington and profiteroles have been distributed and consumed. Peter Haskell is half way through his speech:
Brexit – Opportunity Knocks.
A catchy title and he’s an engaging speaker. Though to be honest I’d prefer to wait for the movie.
Alex of course hangs on every word.
“That was marvellous Peter!”
“Very inspiring.” I add.
Peter looks pleased as he reclaims his seat at our table. Clearly the excitement has affected my husband’s bowels. He excuses himself and wanders off in search of the facilities.
“I hope you’ll find the hotel comfortable. I hear the refurbished rooms are wonderful.”
“I have one.” He leans forward, sending brandy fumes down the rift valley of my cleavage.
“Perhaps you would like to see it?”
“Oh yes, I really would.” I let him leave his hand on my thigh even after Alex returns.
The lift proves a tight squeeze for three. I feel Peter’s cock uncurl against my buttocks.
The room is magnificent. They even have a top of the range Fracino two cup coffee maker. I love shiny things. I even get wet inspecting the kitchen utensils in the supermarket. I put the lovely machine through its paces while the men talk. As the steaming black liquid flows from the chrome nozzles Alex takes the contract from the inside pocket of his dinner jacket.
Placing two cups on the low coffee table, I stand behind Peter’s chair while he scrawl his name. My hands rest lightly on his broad shoulders. Then Alex sips his coffee, using the signed agreement to cover his erection, as he watches Peter unzip my dress.
The engineer is easily the hairiest man that I have ever seen. It is like being mauled by a bear. But there is only one thought in my head as my mouth closes over his crab apple sized bell-end.
I wonder what delivery is like on that coffee machine.
