This is the continuation of "Price of Promotion", and you may wish to read that first to get the full story. It concerns Jennifer Smith and her husband David, who has recently been promoted to Senior Sales Manager. David's boss, James McFarlane, has invited them to a celebration dinner at which all three newly appointed Senior Managers, their partners, and Senior Company staff are present. James arranges for David to be distracted, made drunk, and in the meantime seduces Jennifer by offering to secure both hers and David's futures as long as she agrees to "work" for him as a "personal assistant". In reality, this means she must be prepared to fuck clients, business contacts, or anyone that James decides is useful to the Company's interests. Despite her initial reaction, Jennifer capitulates and allows James to fuck her as she agrees to go along with the deal.
You must make up your own mind as to the wisdom of this choice. Remember though, this is a work of pure fiction. None of the characters are real, although I have had personal experience of similar actions and outcomes for others. If you do not like adult, highly sexual story telling, this will not be for you -- feel free to move on to another story. If you do enjoy that kind of thing, I hope you like this second effort of mine. Enjoy!
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Jennifer relaxed in her seat and looked across the table at the slumped form of her husband David. He appeared fast asleep, his black shirt undone at the collar, tie missing, and mouth hanging slack as he snored gently. Their table was empty apart from them, and the restaurant was fast emptying of its clientele. The atmosphere had changed, as it always does at this point in any such event, from the business of pleasure to the business of departure, and the slight air of melancholy that goes with it. David snorted, twitched, then sank back into his dreamless slumber. Jennifer was part embarrassed but mostly pleased by this: she had had more than a few glasses of champagne by now, but was nowhere near flat out drunk like her husband. Mind you, he had demolished at least a bottle and a half of champagne to her certain knowledge, and it was no surprise he was in a state of collapse! After all, this was his big night, and he was entitled to be drunk.
The other consideration was the course of action she had taken part in this evening while her husband's back was turned. David's boss, James McFarlane, had taken her outside the restaurant to a private area, propositioned her, seduced her -- and she had allowed him to fuck her! There was no escaping that fact: she had let him put his long, hard cock into her pussy and fill it with his sperm. Just thinking about what they had done, not two hours ago, made her flush with embarrassment. It also made her pussy damp again, and a thrill of remembrance and expectation grew inside her. She still could not fully comprehend how this had happened so easily. Never in a million years would she have even thought it would be so easy to betray their wedding vows. There were many occasions in the past when she had criticised others for less. Gossiping with girlfriends, and condemning the actions of other women who had been caught cheating on their partners -- sluts, trollops, and cock-hungry whores. She had slaughtered their characters with the best of them; but now here she was, having done the self same thing she and her cronies had professed to despise.
The sound of James' voice snapped her out of her trance.
"Jenny, are you ok? The cabs are here now and its time for you and David to go home."
"Oh, yes, sorry!" she said, dragging her mind back to the present. "Do you think you could help me get him to the cab? He's in no condition to walk and I can't carry him."
James looked at her soft, pleading eyes and smiled. "Of course I'll help. In fact, if you give me a minute or two I'll get everything sorted."
Jennifer watched him walk away towards the reception area and admired the grace and athleticism of his movement. Even under his dinner suit, it was possible to discern his muscular build. She had felt those hard muscles during their outdoor sex, although they had remained fully clothed for the most part. Unconsciously she licked her lips as her memory flashed back to his beautiful and hard cock.
Within a few minutes James returned, complete with two male helpers. They moved to David's chair and lifted him up gently -- he didn't react at all to their presence. Taking an arm each, they walked him towards the exit, dragging his feet across the deep-piled carpet. James took hold of Jennifer's arm as she stood up and held her back as she began to walk after them.
"I've had a word with the cab driver, and he'll be driving David home with us following behind."
"But what about..." Jennifer's words were cut short, as James said quickly "Hush! Relax, everything is under control. David is too drunk too notice what's happening, and if he throws up the cab will not be a pleasant place to be! I've given the cab driver a large tip so he's happy, and we can drive right behind in my car -- ok?" Jennifer shrugged, "Sure, I guess you have a point."
"I do" said James, "and you seen it up close tonight already!"
It took about half a second for it to register, but then she broke out into fits of giggles.
"You are disgusting James McFarlane!" she squealed, punching him in the arm.
"Yeah -- but made you laugh though, didn't I?"
James put his arm around her waist as they made their way towards the exit. As they stood in the cool night air, Jennifer shivered a little, and James pulled her in closer.
"The cab's just over there on the left." He nodded across in the direction of the waiting vehicle, "Go over and tell the driver your address, then come to my car over there."
Again he nodded, this time to the right, towards a black Mercedes parked opposite the restaurant's main entrance. Jennifer made her way across the gravelled forecourt and told the cab driver the address, apologising for her husband's drunken state.