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The Company President

By: LeatherHotWifeinLA



Recently I was in San Francisco for a major conference for my company. I was gone for a week while my husband stayed home in Los Angeles. I had told him before I left that I was going to be spending a lot of time with our incredibly handsome company president. He asked me if I had planned to seduce him and I told him I would if the situation was right - he was married and I didn't want to offend him and put my job in jeopardy. This would be a delicate situation, but a challenge I was up to.

During the conference I was dressed sexy, but completely professional in my skirt suits. They were tight and I wore heels, but no low cut blouses and my skirts came to my knees and I wore stockings as well. Work time was all business.

However, on the third night we had a cocktail reception at 8 p.m. that was more casual. I knew the men would be in their suits but would have lost the ties and the women would be changed completely. I put on a little more make up and went with a darker shade of lipstick to a full on red. Then I put on a little cami and a light pink cashmere sweater over top of my incredibly tight black leather pencil skirt that came to my knees. I gave myself a last look in the mirror and headed down to the bar.

As usual, I attracted a lot of male attention, not a lot of females in my business and even fewer who look as good as I do so I am used to it and quite frankly, all the stares and bad lines from the guys makes my pussy wet. I made my way to the bar, ordered a martini and chatted with a couple of the sales guys I'd been working with when Michael approached me at the bar.

"Hey Nikki, glad to see you made it out".

"Of course Michael. All work and no play make me a dull girl."

He laughed, "Well good. But I never thought you were a dull girl. And great work this week, we really couldn't have pulled all this off without you."

"Thanks. I know how important this week is to us and as usual, I gave it my all."

"Of course. Hey, I hate to do this right now, but I'm having some issues with tomorrow's presentation. I am not that great at Power Point as you know, do you think you could spare 15 minutes when this is over to help me out?"

I thought this might be easier than I had thought, but then again he wasn't sending me signals yet really. He always casually flirted but kept things professional.

"Sure thing, just come and grab me when you're ready to leave."

"Thanks."

With that, he walked off and worked the room while I did the same. I had another martini and carried on small talk while trying to plan my moves for later. Yes, I was going up to his room, but I was only going to have a small window to get it done. I figured I'd keep it simple and see how he reacted.

About 45 minutes later he gave me a nod and I followed him to the elevators. He explained the issues he was having and I assured him I could help him out. I noticed him looking at me in the elevator as he'd had a couple drinks and his guard was down. He made deliberate attempts to look down my shirt and at my ass as I stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall to his room. 

When we got into his room, I sat down at the desk and removed my sweater. Michael excused himself and went to the bathroom. Afterwards, he grabbed two glasses and a bottle of 21 Year Old Macallan and sat down next to me.

"Scotch?" he asked.

"Sure" I said.

"Ice or no ice?"

"Neat." 

He pored two glasses and we worked on the presentation and not only did I fix what he needed me to fix, I found a couple of other things that could be dressed up some and he was very happy with my changes. I then asked him to go through it with me and give his speech with the presentation so I could see if everything looked right.

As we were going through the presentation, I leaned back so he was talking almost right into my ear and I swiveled in my chair and recrossed my legs so that he could see and so my skirt rode up showing the tops of my stockings. I noticed him noticing me. He was slowing down, losing his train of thought, and then he made a move.

He grabbed me by both shoulders and ran his nose into my neck.

"Nikki, you smell so damn good."

I leaned back even further wrapping my arms around the back of his neck pulling him in closer. 

"I'm glad you approve."

I turned around in my chair and kissed him passionately. He returned both the kiss and the passion. He cupped my face in his hands and I got up and sat facing him on his lap. He then moved his hands down to my ass as I started grinding onto his cock which I could feel growing in his pants. I dropped down to the floor and started unbuckling his belt and I could see him start to pause so I rubbed his cock through his pants. I gently pulled his cock out and began to stroke it with my hands. I then got up on my knees and pulled his pants down quickly taking him into my mouth. As I saw his head drop back as my tongue circled the head of his throbbing dick, I reached into my purse and speed dialed my husband so he could hear.

I sucked his cock for about ten minutes until he pushed me away and onto the floor. He pushed my skirt up over my ass and pulled my panties down and began to tongue my clit. He licked me like he didn't know the next time he would eat pussy would be, working two fingers into my already soaking wet cunt while licking away at me. It didn't take me long until I came, screaming in ecstasy.

I stood up and bent over the desk and looked back at him. He got up and pushed his cock into my pussy and just started banging away at me like a bad porno movie. It felt good but it wasn't working for me. I let him have his way for a few minutes then I pushed him away and pulled my shirt and bra off. I walked over to the bed and laid on my back, spread my legs and curled my finger at him.

He came over and mounted me. This time moving slowly, working himself in and out of me in a circular motion, kissing my next and playing with my tits. It was a more romantic fucking and his shaft kept rubbing against my clit when he came down and I fucking came again, this time very hard, shaking and screaming. 

I looked him in the eyes for a good long minute before saying, "I want you to cum for me Michael."

"Are you on the pill?" he said, never stopping his motion.

"Yes. Cum inside me."

No sooner than I said that, he began to tremble and make a long, drawn out "oh god". I could feel a humongous load being squirted into my pussy, over and over again. The guy would not stop cumming. I later found out it was somewhat common knowledge his wife never gave him any, whored around on him, but he married her when he was poor without a pre-nup and so he wouldn't divorce her and lose both his money and his kids.

After he came, he rolled over next to me out of breath.

"Nikki," he said.

"Stop right there," I said as I got up and started getting dressed. "This never happened. No one has to know about it. They'll see the changes we made in the presentation, they know we're friendly. No one will think anything."

"Okay. Thanks."

I walked into the bathroom, fixed my makeup so I was presentable should anyone see me in the hallway and headed for the door.

"Good night Michael. I had fun. See you in the morning."

"Good night."

With that, I left. When I got to my room I called my husband back. I asked him if he'd been able to hear well and he said he had. He said he stroked himself while listening but wanted me to finish him, so I described in detail for him how good his cock felt and the play by play of the kissing and things he couldn't decipher. I then went into great detail about how he made me cum twice and when I came during sex how it felt so good I couldn't stand it. As I was describing my second orgasm I heard my husband cum over the phone. 

With that, we told each other we loved each other and went to bed. I got home a couple days later and we fucked all weekend. My husband loves me being a little slut.

The Company President’s Driver



CHAPTER 1

For five years chief accountant Radford Hart had been on call as the president's driver when the president met VIPs at the airport and returned them there. Occasionally the president and driver would take the VIPs to the Kempthorne Alpine Resort and stay overnight. 

The president Luke King was a self-drive guy so the company didn't employ a chauffer for Luke although he was entitled to one. Radford didn't find the task onerous. It got him out of the office and he often learned things of interest from the conversations and had made some quite lucrative investments on the stock market as a result of picking up on confidential information.

Radford's wife of eighteen months had died five years ago and he continued living alone. The 35-year-old had been rather pleased when a few months after Kathy's death in a road accident Luke had suggested he take on the additional responsibility of occasional driver. Luke had correctly thought Radford was free at home to come and go as he pleased and that was useful because sometimes the flights inconveniently left after midnight or arrived as early as 5:00 am and Radford would have no problem staying away overnight. Luke was aware Radford had a strong PA and would remain in phone contact so work disruption would be minimal.

Radford agreed and was astonished to be told he'd receive company paid travel and accommodation to a maximum of $10,000 a year in compensation for making himself available. In the past four years the occasional driver had been on a train trip across Canada, on a cruise from San Francisco to Alaska, two weeks' vacation in the Caribbean and soon he'd be off to game parks in southern Africa.

Taking a coffee break, Radford was called to the president's office. Liz showed him in.

"Come in Radford there is someone I'd like you to meet. This is my wife Arlene. You'll recall I went off and quietly remarried four months ago.

"Yes, hi Mrs King."

She laughed, shook his hand and said, "Call me Arlene please."

Radford was surprised. Luke was almost sixty and Arlene looked no older than forty (good guess, she turned out to be thirty-nine).

"We have a special request Radford. Are you able to drop everything and drive Arlene to Clare? She wants to buy some pottery. I was taking her but now have an urgent meeting with two directors from Braccio and Laurence."

"Yes it would be a pleasure. I can be ready to leave in five minutes."

"Great, come back here to collect Arlene. Use your company card for lunch."

Luke always sat in the back even without other passengers so when Radford opened the back door Arlene said, "Thank you but I'll sit with you."

"This is very nice," said Radford. "Clare is such a pretty town."

"I don't know it. I come from Phoenix. I'm the daughter of one of Luke's ex-wife's friends."

"Oh how interesting."

She laughed and said she bet that had him thinking but Radford continued smoothly that Clare was a riverside town with a dozen established potters including a couple of international repute.

"So I heard."

An hour and a half later Luke nosed the black Cadillac into a parking lot and they walked over to a coffee house.

"That was a very pleasant trip. You converse easily."

He smiled lightly and thanked here and said the charming company helped.

Arlene ordered coffee and a mini muffin and Radford ordered just coffee.

"Is that why you look so trim?"

"Ditto," he said and she surprised by pointing to her breasts and saying, "Apart from these."

He said quickly the café had a good atmosphere and she just smiled.

"Are you looking to buy anything in particular?"

"Yes a dish to sit on a stand on a sideboard, darkish blue preferably, and something to stand on the floor just inside the front door."

"Jessica London for blue contemporary platters and Crafthouse for big urns, jugs and art with a North African influence."

"Ah, you know pottery?"

"My mom is a potter and was one before I was born. I was the only kid at elementary who had a pottery pencil case."

Arlene laughed, a fingers touching her throat. That induced Radford to glance at her breasts and when he looked up she was watching him.

They lunched two hours later on the deck outside the main restaurant, under an umbrella. The river flowed between the piles beneath them.

"This is very romantic," Arlene said.

"Yes are you a romantic type?"

"Yes I'm a romantic person and it has gotten me into trouble a couple of times. I was responsible for Luke's divorce but he'd appreciate you keeping that to yourself."

"Yes of course."

"Aren't you going to ask what I did to wreck that marriage?"

"No, it's romantic to guess."

She laughed and finished her wine. He filled her glass and took none himself.

"Does the wine not appeal?"

"Yes it's lovely but I'm driving professionally today and driving you safely is my priority."

"Ohmigod how romantic."

"I'd call it prudent."

"Ah spoken like a chief accountant."

"Are you flirting with me Arlene?"

"Ohmigod that's rather direct. Yes."

Radford looked at her briefly and then sipped some water.

"Are you going to tell me not to flirt with you?"

"No."

"Oooh. So you like it?"

"Yes but I would prefer not to be questioned about it."

Arlene sighed and brushed crumbs, real or imagined, from her chest. When Radford looked up from her breasts she was looking at him so he said she had another hour to shop, longer if she wanted it."

"I'm ready to go now. This is very personal."

"Go on."

"Have you ever committed adultery, er, knowingly?"

"No but I guess there is a first time for most things. Now on the way through town I'll make a stop and show you something."

They stopped and walked across to a boutique riverside hotel. Radford asked the receptionist if Mrs Walsh was available. 

"I'm sorry Mrs Walsh went home for lunch."

"Could you give my companion and I a quick look at the honeymoon suite if it's available."

"Yes sir, please follow me ma'am."

They went up to the next floor and entered the room at the northern end of the passage facing across the river.

"Oh how amazing... it is so beautiful," Arlene cried.

They were looking at a very old four-poster bed and the entire room was freshly decorated in Victorian style. The view across the river was magnificent.

As they drove off Arlene asked, "Why did you take me to that room?"

"Just in case you ever decided your marriage required a boost."

"Is that the only reason?"

"The only reason I'm declaring, yes."

Arlene laughed, "You are a naughty man Mr Hart."

They drove in silence for a couple of minutes, both probably thinking about that room.

"Luke told me your wife died tragically."

"Yes."

"Did you take her to that room?"

"We looked at it but she said it was too dreary for her. She was lovely but not romantic in that historical sense. Kathy was a very modern woman, she painted."

"Have you kept any?"

"Yes, thirteen of them that didn't sell for various reasons and two were never finished. I'll never sell them."

"I think that's romantic," Arlene said and reached across and touched Radford's shoulder gently.

The drive home ended without incident and when Radford dropped off Arlene at her home and carried the big urn to the front door for her she farewelled him with a quick kiss to his cheek.

Back in his office Radford called Luke and said he'd returned and he though Mrs King had enjoyed herself.

"Very good. Yes she called me and said she had a great day. Were you not invited to call her Arlene?"

"Yes I now call her Arlene. She is a lovely woman Luke. You must be proud of her."

"I am. Well thank you."

A couple of days later Luke dropped in for a brief chat and when leaving said, "Arlene has asked could I assign you to take her somewhere every Wednesday and lunch somewhere beyond the city. I think that's a great idea."

Radford appeared uncomfortable. "That is not a business-related duty Luke."

"I'm aware of that," Luke said somewhat stiffly. "It's not an order so don't bother. Arlene hasn't been here long enough to make friends and..."

"In that case it would be a pleasure to take Arlene to new places and to revisit places she admires. This will encourage me to take a closer interest in our hinterland."

"Well said Radford. I won't mention to her you were hesitant."

In bed that night Radford almost shocked himself by picturing Arlene in the back seat of the Caddy, nude. He wasn't too shocked to reach for his growing erection.

Radford was trim, slightly built and kept reasonable fit from cycling on cycle tracks three times a week and was quite fastidious about what he ate and only drank liquor moderately. He didn't smoke, kept his thatch of curly brown hair trimmed every three weeks and had a degree in English literature as well as in business administration so his interests were wide and couth. He figured he was the perfect social companion for Mrs King whose husband was pleasant but overweight, slouched and drank far too much and reveled in relating foul jokes even in the presence of women although then they'd never be more than slightly foul jokes. But he was always funny. Yes Luke had great humor and as a person he was generous.

As Radford stroked his dick he moved into thinking deeply about the not particularly attractive Mrs King, a brunette with incredibly dark green eyes that seemed to shine. Her skin looked great but her nose was slightly hooked and she had a small mouth and her teeth were uneven, compensated though by very full lips. Ah yes, when those lips were slightly parted... Radford stroked faster.

Arlene had worn a conservative dress the only time Radford had seen her. It had been loose and long so not too much of her body had been apparent but she was slim and her ankles were trim as were her lower legs.

Although the dress was conservative, the neck was low cut to expose good cleavage and the breasts themselves looked firm and powerful although that had to be crap-thinking, he grinned, because they were in a bra designed to give that effect and the thought was absurd anyway because breasts contained neither bone nor muscle.

Mrs King's breasts now figured hugely in Radford's mind but he pulled his now fast-jerking hand away to reach for a towel. "Fuck," he groaned and turned over to try to go to sleep. He wondered what books Arlene read. Perhaps she might like to borrow something from his huge home library but then her predecessor may have left books behind and Luke probably read more than books of smutty jokes.

Mrs King with her lovely tits.

And wistful smile.

Yeah, don't forget that almost enigmatic smile she displayed at times during quite moments and even when she appeared to be thinking about something he'd said.

Ooooooh. She looked certain to be a great fuck.

Yes, Mrs King was the most interesting woman he'd encountered socially for a very long time.

"You are yummy Mrs King," Radford yawned.

* * *

Returning from the bathroom and finding Luke rolled over and already sleep, although it was only 9:20 Arlene frowned. It was the wine with dinner and the whisky afterwards that made him fall asleep, not the sex. Radford Hart would not go to sleep...

Arlene was startled. How the hell had Radford's name come up?

That was interesting. Since going to Clare with him on Wednesday she'd thought of him a little, wondering if he would become a friend. So far she'd found it difficult making friends in this city. She wondered if her southern accent was to blame. She showered and sprayed under her armpits.

Arlene shook in her silent giggle.

Well this Radford guy had been a huge surprise. When Luke had said something had come up and he couldn't take her to Clare she'd felt like stamping her foot rather than slapping him, simply because she was not a violent person. Then dear Luke said he'd ask his chief accountant to take her.

Well the guy turned out to be a total surprise... quite a wow actually. She'd been expecting an old guy with a bent back and wearing glasses and practically wheezing. But no, Luke had excelled himself. She even had the outrageous thought of removing her panties, um, just in case. Well she often joked to herself like that but during their almost five hours together, and having Radford Hart doing the most unexpected thing by showing her that bridal room, Arlene found herself thinking of being on that bed with him.

Yawning and fluffing her pillow, Arlene turned on to her sleeping side and wondered if she and Radford would ever do it. She was a few months away from turning forty and had been sexually active for twenty years and had no plans to slow down. She had 19-year-old twins, now college freshmen, from her first marriage, so what would Radford think of that? It hadn't worried Luke who had two children from the first of his three marriages and he wasn't looking to have more. Did Radford want a child? Or did he have one? If he wanted Arlene to bear it for him he could be out of luck; she was, on the cusp of being past it, though occasionally some women older than forty conceive and birthed normally.

Arlene fell asleep unbothered about having such random thoughts. It was how her mind worked and she had no real thought about having sex with Radford or anyone else but Luke for that matter and she certainly had no wish to be pregnant again. 

Next morning she asked Luke to change his mind about not wanting her to go to work.

"There is no need, we have oodles of money and I'd like you to continue with your writing. Just having two novels published barely rates you as an author.

"But writing hour after hour each day with nothing in between until you are home at the weekends makes my life rather boring, although the weekends are great and I love it when you arrive home early on working days."

"Yes, yes. I understand."

"Do you?"

"Christ Arlene, get off my back. I have that dispute with Feldman and Co to try to settle today; if it goes to court we could loose."

As soon as Luke arrived at the office he called Arlene.

"Look darling I was a little uptight this morning. I am sympathetic about you being cooped up five days a week by yourself and accept you are having difficult making friends and that's my fault because many people we know resent me dumping Irene for a woman they have found out through gossip is her best friend's daughter."

"They'll get over that in time."

"Yes, I'm sure you are right. I must go but listen, what say I assign Radford and the car to you each Wednesday from say 11:00 as that will allow him to get some work done and arrange backup to handle anything coming up later in the day that can't be deferred."

Arlene's heart almost stopped beating. She thought she must not sound eager about such an arrangement. "I suppose that would be okay. I have no problem if you wish to rotate Radford with other drivers."

"No, Radford is the person I trust as a driver. Just make sure he keeps his hands off you."

"Luke!"

"Oh god, sorry darling. You must have known I was joking."

"No I didn't. That was an awful thing to say."

"I know and I do apologize. Kiss-kiss, I'm off. We'll go out to dinner tonight baby."

"I'd really like that Luke and I'm becoming use to that Wednesday diversion. It might work"

"I hope so. Bye darling."

Arlene's mouth gaped. God her husband was giving her the opportunity to get her mouth around Radford's dick. It was unlikely to happen but there was nothing to stop her thinking about it. She raced off to rewrite a long passage about a sexual encounter. When she'd read it yesterday she'd felt like yawning because it was so flat. She was now fired up and would re-write it.

* * *

Radford drove up to find his tour passenger waiting on the patio outside the front door. She had her hair down, sunshades perched above her forehead and was wearing a short, tight and low-cut dress that even showed the curve of her belly. Each breast looked much more than a good handful. He felt his dick stir.

"Good morning Mrs King.

Mrs King pouted and said, "I'm not moving from her until you revert to calling me Arlene."

Radford jumped out smiling. "Come around Arlene and I'll hold your door open for you."

"Thank you. Could you please remove your suit jacket and tie and toss them in the back seat. I wish our relationship to be informal."

"As you wish. You look lovely."

"Oh thanks. Spring is in the air and I felt the need to dress lighter. You may notice my legs look rather good, or so I'm told."

Radford said politely no he hadn't noticed. His passenger tossed her head and sniffed disapprovingly. When she bent down to sit before swinging her legs into the car Radford saw the tight ass and playfully thought about biting it. Well it was her fault, drawing his attention to her body... it was almost as if she was giving him permission to... well, whatever.

When he got in he pretended not to notice her dress hem halfway up her thighs but when he was attending to his seatbelt she pulled the hem down. The day driving through woods and grasslands and stopping for lunch at an indifferent town with indifferent cafes with indifferent food passed uneventfully and this time Arlene too only had one glass of wine. Did that mean she was adjusting to him? A nice thought he grinned.

"What are you thinking?"

"About your legs."

That had just come out. No way would he tell her the thought she might be adjusting to him. No woman would want to hear such a thought and neither would the boss like hearing it repeated to him.

She giggled and said she would show him her legs when they returned to the car.

She didn't of course and he respected her for that omission.

The returned homewards and he discovered she was a writer and she was both astonished and pleased to learn of his interest in literature. Luke didn't mention his BA is English Lit.

In the driveway she said without fanfare, "I'll kiss you a thank you in here. No need to send the neighbors into a spin."

Radford offered a cheek but she turned his head and kissed him on the lips, a soft and cool very short touch of lips. Radford's brain signaled extra blood be pumped to his dick and he wondered where extra blood was rushing to what parts in her. He really didn't know much about women, did he? Well there always was time to find out. The act of pumping semen into a hole was, by itself, as exciting as gargling, well something like that.

"Don't get out; and thank you again. I really enjoy your company."

"You are okay too."

God that was so inadequate but he was pleased to see her smile. She knew she'd impressed him.

When Radford reported in that Arlene was home safely Luke didn't indicate she'd called. "Good, I'm busy. Are you willing to continue this arrangement?"

"Yes." 

"Good," and Luke cut the call.

Radford's PA entered his office and reported on the two calls she'd taken for him while he was away. Sylvia stood reading from her notebook with a hand on her stomach, fingers spread wide. Radford supposed this was a signal she wanted to have sex with him because she never adopted that pose whenever other people were around. But his deputy was already fucking Mrs Sylvia Jones so why should he? Didn't the silly woman know she was married?

Three Wednesdays later something happened. When he called at the house Arlene was dressed for a picnic and wearing a long soft unbuttoned coat and under that wore a striped halter-top and striped shorts and scuffs. Then Radford saw the picnic hamper so opened the trunk.

"Spring is really in the air," she smiled and then looked to the sky anxiously because cloud was rolling over. The sky was darkening and there was nothing they could do about that.

Radford placed the hamper in the trunk and also placed his jacket and tie there. A rug with a waterproof under lining was already in the trunk.




The Company President’s Driver



"We can picnic in the back seat if it rains."

She replied, "Then I won't mind if it rains."

It was raining when they reached the picnic area at the lake.

Good this is exciting," Arlene said as she climbed into the back while Radford brought the front seats forward to provide even more space.

They enjoyed half a bottle of dry French wine and seasoned chicken legs, cold sliced potato with chives and a creamy onion dressing and fresh bread rolls following by a slice each of apple and apricot tart and then coffee.

"That was delicious," Radford as they packed away and he returned the hamper to the trunk. He sat in the back again because Arlene had not moved.

"What do you like about me?" she asked, laying back and staring at him. "Tell me everything."

"You mean even intimate things?"

"Definitely."

"I like the way you care for your hair. It always looks great and you vary the look, having it up and down and plaited and sometimes adorned."

"God I've never had a male say that to me before."

"You might not like me saying this but I prefer it when you only wear a little make-up that I guess you use to conceal blemishes. You have beautiful skin, almost alabaster in color and in certain lights it appears semi-translucent. I really ought not be talking to you like this."

"It's okay. Consider our conversation as always private. Never once has Luke asked what we talk about. He's just not interested beyond where we went and did we do anything out of the ordinary."

Radford considered it acceptable to continue.

"Your nose, mouth size and teeth are not standouts but you'll know that. The standouts are your intensely green eyes and your lush lips."

"Lush?"

"Um very kissable especially when you push them forward."

"Like this?"

"Yes."

"Then kiss me please and don't be too impatient to breakaway."

She leant forward, enabling Radford to keep his hands to himself. Her hands were on his shoulders.

When the kiss ended he fell back against the seat but she remained motionless until she placed a hand on his belt buckle and said, "May I?"

For a moment Radford was horrified. Unexpectedly she was the initiator. But he'd thought about it enough so quickly adjusted his thinking and said, thickly, "Please do."

Arlene knelt on the seat, unzipped him and gently eased his growing erection out.

"It looks lovely."

"Uh-ha."

"Is it acceptable that I do it?"

"Uh-ha. Oh yes, please proceed."

Radford watched fascinated, her long and thinly pointed tongue licked down the shaft, now rock-hard.

"You have a nice cock."

"You lick great."

She appeared pleased to hear that and he noticed her shoulders relax, indicating getting this far had not been psychologically easy for her. Er perhaps he meant morally?

Arlene licked all the way back up and over the head and dabbed her tongue at the urethral opening.

She appeared to be hesitating so Radford, brushing her hair back, said, "You have a lovely touch. Suck it if you wish."

"Oh god, the green light," Arlene giggled and began swallowing him while he played with her ears.

Soon she was bobbing quite quickly and he was sighing. As she slowed he said helpfully, "I can come now if that's you wish."

She seemed to mutter via a well-filled mouth, 'Yes, yes' although it could just have easily been 'No, no' or some other negation. But that was immediately cleared up because she cupped his balls and squeezed gently.

Radford ejaculated into her mouth.

She swallowed and he handed across his handkerchief as she broke away but there was not much excess to clean up.

"That was glorious. Thanks."

"Thank you. I'm quite used to swallowing."

As they drove off Arlene said quite unconcerned, "Will you tell or even indicate to Luke what I did to you?"

"Hell no."

"I didn't think you would and that's why I did it. I had planned for this to happen."

"I thought you might have. I really liked it Arlene. You did a great job."

"Who do you get to fuck these days?"

Radford was pleased she'd not added since your wife's death. "There are a couple of my old female buddies who have never married and my cleaning lady."

"Ohmigod, your cleaning lady. How ancient is she?"

"Nineteen, a college freshman."

Arlene giggled and said lucky boy but he said not so, he'd chose Arlene over any of them."

"Oh a compliment. How lovely."

They went to a market town the next Wednesday and to a town staging a spring festival the next week. They touched and kissed more frequently now but still there had been only that single sexual encounter. They both seemed to know there would be more.

Driving back from the spring festival, with the trunk half full of flowers, Arlene said, "May I suggest you try to book that Victorian room for next Wednesday. There I'd like you to undress me and lift me on to the bed. You are free not to have sex with me if that's your preference."

"My worry has been if we start groping will we be able to stop?"

Arlene said clearly, looking straight ahead, "And who would have the urge to stop?"

"Jesus Arlene."

They drove for ten minutes before speaking again and then she told him she had twins, Shaun and Sarah who were the age of his housekeeper.

She asked, "So, what do you think about that?"

"I am very pleased for you. How do they and Luke get on?"

"Quite well."

"Oh."

"It's not too bad. Actually Sarah really likes him. The problem is about age difference. It was my fault really. When I told them I had met a guy who I was becoming serious about they assumed it was someone around my age. Their jaws dropped when I introduced them to Luke. I think Shaun felt betrayed."

"Perhaps time heals."

"Yes, good thinking. I hope so."

Luke invited Radford to a cookout on Saturday, with drinks starting at 11:00. Luke didn't say why he was invited Radford and he didn't ask. To drown him in the pool for making Luke's wife suck his cock perhaps? Radford shivered and told himself not to be ridiculous; he could trust Arlene not to shoot off her mouth.

CHAPTER 2

About twenty people were beside the pool at Luke's home when Radford arrive just before 11:30 and he was surprised to recognize some of their firm's major clients but he could see no one else from the company.

Luke came up with Arlene in tow to welcome him. He shook Radford's hand and Arlene kissed him on the lips, briefly and right in front of Luke who said easily, "Arlene asked me to invite you saying you two have become quite good pals. I like the sound of that."

"Well who could not like your lovely wife?"

"Yes well let's hope some of these women here put out the hand of friendship to her."

Not long afterwards when two guys who'd been talking to Radford went to join their wives Luke arrived with another beer for Radford and said, "How do you like my pool."

"It's massive and beautifully finished and the house is built well. I guess our company did the construction."

"Yeah and I bring new clients here to show them the standard of our work, it being so close to our offices."

"Luke something I ought to ask. Arlene telling you she and I have become quite good pals. Why don't you assign another driver for the Wednesday tours?"

"What and disappoint her? I reckon Wednesday is now her favorite day of the week. She feels she is really learning about this state, at least our region of it, and finds you excellent company. She needs people around her of similar age. She was astounded when I told her you had a degree in English Literature as well as Business Administration. As an author she ..."

"What Arlene is a writer?"

"Yes she'd had two books published and is two-thirds through the first draft of her third. For Christ sake, what do you two talk about all the time you are together?"

"Plenty, about where we are going, what's there, something of its history and she talks to me what she sees, asks me for my opinion about what she is thinking of buying. She'd told me about her first marriage and what went wrong and how she met you and how that developed. She only told me three days ago she had two kids."

"Did she now," Luke grinned. "Please excuse me."

Radford walked along the far side of the pool looking at the boundary plantings and noticed a young female approaching. He stopped because the pathway was narrow.

"May I call you Radford?"

"You may."

"Hi, I'm Sarah, Arlene's daughter. "I'm on a flying visit home because I won't be home for the Spring Break. A bunch of us is going down into Mexico to stay at a gated resort. We wanted to go touring in RVs but found we couldn't get insurance."

"Yeah I heard that could happen. Leave all your valuables back at college. Your mom told me she had twins."

"Yeah. Luke told me you drive mom around each Wednesday to a new place of interest and she loves it. What do you think of mom?"

"She's lively and a very interesting and well educated person."

"Yes she is. I really meant do you find her attractive."

"Yes very much so. She is a really sweet woman and Luke is a very lucky man. Why don't you come with us this Wednesday?"

"The idea appeals but unfortunately I return to college late tomorrow. That was a kind offer and I really think mom must think it's unbelievable to have a chauffer like you."

Radford laughed and said Sarah had no idea whether he drove well or not.

"No I mean you are handsome, charming and have repressed sexuality."

Radford laughed and asked what was she majoring in?

"Education psychology."

He really laughed and said, "Come on, the truth."

She flushed and said he was too clever by half for her. "Music, I play the flute and wish to teach it professionally. You are so urbane Radford so what do you know about the flute?"

"Well let me think. The flute is a reedless woodwind instrument played by a flue player or a flautist sometimes called a flutist and more often than not in orchestras they are p invariably played by pretty young women like yourself. The instrument dates backs thousand and thousands of years and varies in size from a basic whistle to a fully fledged pipe organ."

"God that is incredible. No wonder mom enjoys your company. I like the thought you know my mother and do these road trips with her. Have you had sex with her?"

"My dear young lady. That really is an inappropriate question and you know it."

"Well perhaps I do. I'm just a sticky beak, that's all. And I now know that if you do, I mean when you do, no one is likely to know except you and mom and I like that."

They chatted for a few minutes more and call came that lunch was ready.

"Will you take me out tonight?"

"No Sarah. You go out with your mother and Luke. Your time here will be precious for Arlene."

"God you are so unfair but I have to say you are a lovely man."

"And you young woman are one hell of a woman. Just be careful and make good decisions. Come on, I'll take you to lunch."

"If I say yes to that invitation is that a careful and good decision?" Sarah giggled.

Radford slipped away discreetly mid-afternoon without saying goodbye to Luke, Arlene or Sarah.

Arlene called him Monday morning. "You slipped away unnoticed Saturday?"

"Yes, my apologies. I just felt the pressure building and thought discreet retreat was best."

"Very intelligent. We were all getting a little drunk and either Sarah or I could have become careless in our talk."

"She's lovely."

"She's wildly excited about you and thinks you are just right for me as a... as a friend."

"That sound a little choked back for Sarah but never mind."

Arlene laughed. "I really enjoyed her company. She told me you refused to date her and why. You are so gallant."

"Well perhaps my parents gave me some notion of how a gentleman ought to behave."

"Are we booked on Wednesday?"

"Yes and late lunch will be served in the room."

"Oh lovely, how romantic."

* * *

Mrs Walsh, owner-operator of the boutique riverside hotel, handed Radford the key and said she would charge him only half the room rate because he'd only booked the room for three hours.

"Normally we refuse bookings for assignations but my chief receptionist remembered showing you two the suite and said you two had the look of a romantic couple so the rule became flexible."

They looked over at Arlene.

"She looks a lovely woman," said Mrs Walsh. "But I suspect alas she is married."

"Yes Mrs Walsh. Alas. It is possible we could become regulars and it would be for reasons of adultery."

"That's fine. You will be in an out of the room before 3:00 so it's available to travelers. Besides, in my view with you two it doesn't appear to be only about sex. Lunch will arrive in thirty minutes. Have a lovely time."

Radford smiled and thanked Mrs Walsh.

They went to the suite and standing outside the door they kissed, like lovers. 

Radford unlocked and opened the door and said, "Ought I carry you over the threshold."

Arlene turned pink and giggled.

He took that as a yes and picked her up, feeling real intimacy with her for the first time... the fellatio session had been her show whereas this was under his management. He met no resistance.

Radford deposited Arlene with the small bag she was carrying at the foot of the bed and returned and locked the door. He removed his jacket and then took Arlene in his arms and they kissed long and languidly, knowing there was no hurry because all he was doing was to undress her and lay on the bed beside her briefly. Radford was beginning to wonder about that. She'd be nude providing she didn't insist keeping her panties on. He groaned silently thinking this was unlikely to work to plan, er the plan as he'd pictured it.

Arlene turned her head and her removed the pins in her hair and he pulled out the hair and allowed it to fall through his fingers.

She whispered: "God that feels sexy."

Well yes, thought Radford, adjusting clothing over his crotch.

He unzipped the back of her dress and kissed the exposed soft white skin before unfastening the bra.

"I'm looking forward at seeing your tits... um breasts."

"Oooh."

As he began easing the dress off her shoulders, still standing behind her, Arlene, breathing a little audibly, said, "It's fine to call them tits."

He kissed her shoulder and she shuddered, just a little.

"We are being wicked," she said.

"Yes we are. Don't you love it?"

She giggled and he laughed and jerked down her dress and pulled the bra free and spun her round to get at the tits.

They were medium size, quite firm and looked fabulous and he thought he could see in her eyes she was proud of her tits and that made him feel proud of them.

"What fabulous tits."

She sighed and pulled his head down on to one of them.

He sucked and she cooed, "Mama's little boy."

Remarkably that didn't put him off. It was almost as if she'd said the perfect thing. He ran both hands over her butt cheeks and she pressed her crotch against his and he knew she'd done that to feel his erection without being too obvious about it. How sweet.

Radford dropped to his knees and pulled her dress over her hips, catching her panties at the same time and taking them to her ankles in the one movement. She wore hold-ups and the movement had placed his face right over her pussy and he noticed slight movements as she widened her legs. He sniffed, loud enough for her to hear.

"Love the smell of your cunt."

"Ohmigod," she squeaked, pushing her hips forward but he pulled out of there grinning, stood, picked her up and placed her on the bed. Radford climbed up beside her, cupped her pussy briefly and scrambled away.

"Oh Radford, you can't move away."

"Get under the covers. Lunch will be arriving any time soon."

There was a light tap at the door.

Two women arrived with a trolley they must have struggled with up the stairs before there was no elevator, or perhaps there was a small one connecting with the kitchen to hoist up food trolleys and linen?

The women smiled at Arlene and flirted with Radford about him must be thinking he was in paradise.

They left and Radford said, "Come and sit at the table with me darling."

"What nude?"

"You can believe you are modestly dressed; you do have your stockings on. Come and I'll kiss your cunt and then you can feel relaxed."

"I can't see that happening."

"Come on."

"Jesus I feel depraved."

"Nonsense. You are just a touch out of your comfort zone, that's all. Did I make a fuss when you sucked my dick at the lake?"

Arlene came over rapidly, holding her breasts.

"You can always let me see them bounce without unnecessary embarrassment. I feel unrestrained tits have no option but to bounce."

She came close and grabbed handfuls of Radford's hair and he bent and kissed right into her pussy, spreading it.

"That was beautiful," she gasped.

He smacked her bare butt lightly and said, "Sit opposite me and don't spill cranberry sauce on those pristine tits."

She giggled, already more relaxed and he knew as he opened the half bottle of white wine she'd be completely relaxed if he undressed. He compromised and removed his shirt and she smiled and said, "That's better. I love your chest; it's almost hairless."

"Unlike your pussy."

"Someone we know likes it bald."

"I prefer lightly trimmed."

She smiled and said so did she but there was not a lot she could do about that.

"Shaved is my next preference."

She grinned, blowing him a kiss.

Well of course they fucked.

As soon as she finished lunch Arlene scrambled on to her back on the bed, spread her legs, knees raised and worked two fingers into pussy.

Radford finished the little bit of wine in his glass, watching intently. "Open your legs much wider so I get a much better view. Nice thighs."

Five minutes more and he hit the wall. He groaned and undressed and rushed to join her.

"Put it straight in."

"Er condom?"

"Only if you choose the butt."

Radford gurgled and pushed it into the very ready vagina as fast as he could and then fell on to Arlene and their tongued, very happily.

* * *

Mrs Walsh came out of her office when they came down just before 3:00.

"Oh Mrs Walsh that is such a magnificent room and great lunch. I felt I was being treated like a princess."

"Oh dear I'm glad everything went well for you. You do look radiant. Will we be seeing you again?"

"Oh yes Mrs Walsh. I would think once a month but I'll have to discuss that with Radford. Please call me Arlene."

"Those are your real names aren't they?"

"Yes Mrs Walsh. I feel I can trust you. Everything about you and your hotel speaks of quality."

"You are a very sweet young woman. It was our pleasure hosting you."

Radford returned from paying the bill on his personal card.

As he left the very happy Arlene he said, "Make sure you demand sex tonight. That would lessen chances of suspicion."

"Okay but I feel Luke would have thought this was bound to happen and that's why he chose you."

"Possibly but there's still no need to confirm any expectations."

"Yes, sound thinking."

* * *

King Construction and Building Supplies was a large business, involved in commercial and residential building construction, land development, building supplies and operated a kitchen renovation warehouse and a separate bathroom renovation warehouse that served both trade and retail customers.

After Radford had completed managing the restructuring of the sales and marketing divisions Luke turned him free to upgrade the kitchen warehouse operation and then the bathroom warehouse operation. Soon after completion, improved financial results began to appear and Radford was invited to be a chief presenter at a regional kitchen and bathroom convention. Luke decided to go with him.

They were away three nights and returning to their two-bedroom suite half drunk after the dinner and cabaret on that final night they sat on the deck of room at the seaside resort for a nightcap they didn't need but then Radford was unaware Luke had something important to say.




The Company President’s Driver



"I've watched you during these three days and your growing maturity is really beginning to show Radford. You mix and mingle well and I noticed people listen to you which is something we can't say about everyone."

"Thanks for saying that Luke."

"It needs to be said. Karl our director of operations wants to retire and I have been thinking about his replacement and have come to this conclusion. I want to offer you the job. A seat on the board goes with it and you keep your VP title."

"Thanks, I accept."

"Is that all you going to say?"

"If you didn't think I could perform you wouldn't have offered my the role and you know I don't lick up to the boss."

Luke grinned and said he should have expected that thinking from Radford.

"I still expect you to go missing for five or six hours on Wednesdays, as you habitually do."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes but you'll have to take your phone with you."

"Okay."

"I won't always be around Radford and I want someone strong behind Arlene when I go."

"I see."

"Do you? I personally own 45% of the business and the family trust comprising me and my two kids own another 12%. So Arlene would inherit controlling interest of the business and hasn't a fucking clue how to run it."

"Well that makes it clearer but there's more to come, isn't there."

"God you are a slick bastard. Yes there is. You two have become good friends and now I want you to take that relationship farther."

"What marry her?"

"No you fool, she'd married to me."

They laughed and Radford poured more wine they didn't need.

"No I'd like you to become emotionally involved with Arlene, but just once a week."

"By emotionally are you saying I am free to fuck her if she consents?"

"Well I was attempting to avoid being that blunt but yes, that's the idea. Any bond between you will strengthen and that places you as probably my domestic successor and you'll be there to run the business for Arlene."

"Well I'll have to think about that."

Luke looked intently at Radford. "Are you suggesting you two haven't fucked?"

"God you have me sweating Luke. Will you accept the reply that is something I can neither confirm nor deny?"

"Good man. I am very comfortable with that reply."

"She's a great lady Luke."

"I know... I'm married to her."

"But isn't this rather premature? You are only into your early sixties?"

"Tell me this my friend: When does one die? Can't you see, what I have outlined is a strategic plan to become operative when the time comes and not before."

"Good thinking boss. I think it's time to sleep off this booze."

"She admires you greatly Radford. And she tells me that without blushing or lowering her eyes. She'll make it as a novelist of merit soon, I know she will."

"Yeah and you can count on me Luke. I have no wish to see the strategic plan become fully operative any time soon."

THE END