Like so many of his colleagues, David Smith was worried about his future in hard economic times. It was not that he was no good at his job, or that he felt vulnerable compared to all the other guys in the office, but rumours were that the business might be "downsizing" and some cuts might be inevitable. As usual, management weren't exactly forthcoming by way of reassurance -- workers scared for their jobs work twice as hard. However, a short conversation with his boss had just put a smile back on David's face; something that had been missing for quite some while now.
He'd joined the company nearly a year ago and although he'd had no significant problems, he hadn't been pulling up any trees either. David had been let go from his previous job when his performance didn't quite match expectations, but he knew it had just been a run of bad luck that resulted in his failure to bring in enough new business. All he needed was a chance to prove he could do it, and his latest boss had just given him reason to be hopeful. He'd just told him that there were three senior sales manager positions being offered, and five candidates:
David was apparently one of the top three, at least that's what his boss said, and he wasn't about to argue! But today was Thursday, and the chosen three would be invited to a dinner party Saturday night, compliments of the management. Final word would be given sometime on Friday afternoon and, as a result, David hardly slept a wink that night and spent all Friday morning in a state of high tension. Around 1.30pm the boss walked in to the office and put down a thick manila envelope on his desk, winked, then walked out without saying a word. David drew in a sharp breath, then opened the envelope and slowly drew out the contents. It was a contract offering the position of senior sales manager -- subject to a probationary period of course, but it was definitely his! Quietly, he scooped up the paperwork and walked out of the office, down the stairs to the main entrance and out into the parking lot. No one took much notice of his exit from the building, nor did they see him walk to the rear storage area and do his brief, but energetic dance of pure joy. "Jesus Christ!" he smiled to himself, "all my worries are over!"
Later the next day, David was at home in the master bedroom casually regarding the gorgeous form of his wife Jennifer. He sat on the edge of the bed, slowly putting on his socks, and stared in admiration as she slowly rolled the thigh-high stockings up her long, tanned legs. She was beautiful by anyone's standards, and even after seven years of marriage, at the ripe old age of 27, she looked exactly like she did the first day they met.
Well, maybe not exactly the same; she was perhaps three or four pounds heavier, but this was evenly spread over her firm, athletic body to form curves in all the right places. Quite simply, she was stunning: dark gold, shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, slim waist, a sweet peach of an ass, and she looked for all the world like a model from one of David's favourite porn magazines. He wasn't sure if it was just his own bias, but given a choice he would take Jennifer every time -- no disrespect to any of the porn models. Jennifer smoothed the tops of the stockings and went to the full length mirror to study the effect. She placed her hands on her hips and swivelled, admiring the look that the sheer black nylons, cutaway black lace panties and matching half-cup, strapless bra created.
She turned to David and said "You like?"
He pursed his lips and blew a kiss to her "Oh I like honey, I like very much!"
As they dressed, Jennifer looked over at David and asked him if everything was ok? For some time now she had been worried about her husband. Nothing she could put her finger on directly, and she was sure he still loved her and all, but he'd been kind of distant for months. When they'd first met, he was the life and soul of any party and made her laugh constantly. That, and his cute "little boy lost" look had won her over, and she'd had no hesitation in accepting his proposal of marriage when it came.
But that was seven years ago and David's spark had slowly dimmed. She knew that times were tight, and David's job wasn't particularly well paid, but they were getting by. But he had been getting kind of snappy with her, and their sex life was not too frequent either -- and she did miss that, very much! Then last night when he got home from work, he'd seemed totally different; in fact, just like he used to be. He wouldn't say why, but kept saying they were going out tomorrow evening and that there was a "surprise" in store. It was infuriating! The more she pressed him, the more he clammed up until finally she resorted to physical violence -- well, tickling anyway. But still he wouldn't tell her. It did lead to an energetic, though short lived fuck, something that hadn't happened in over two weeks, and although David ejaculated within the first ten strokes at least she went to sleep with a smile on her face.
David looked back at her for a moment and said "Sure honey, why do you ask?"
She shrugged her shoulders a little and said "Well it's just you've been a little distracted recently, like your mind was troubled by something? Now all of a sudden you're bubbling?"
David sighed and gave her a broad smile, "It's nothing bad hun, and I know I've been holding out on telling you where we're going and why."
He stood up to walk over to her, took her in his arms and held her close, breathing in her perfume as he kissed the top of her head. "Honey, everything will be ok. I know we owe a little too much on our credit cards, and I've had to turn you down for some things I considered too expensive. But not any more: we're going out to dinner tonight as guests of my Chief Executive. I've been promoted to Senior Sales Manager -- on nearly twice the salary!"
She looked up at him open-mouthed and gasped "You're not joking are you?"
She giggled wildly, then said "So you'll buy me lots of those expensive holidays and clothes I need?"
At that, David growled and playfully slapped her on the butt, which sent her squealing across the bedroom to escape further punishment. "Steady tiger!" she laughed, "you can't afford that particular service, even on your new salary!"
"Oh yeah?" laughed David, "Let's see about that! I seem to remember we have a wedding contract, and I'm sure it's in the small print."
Jennifer looked at the growing bulge in his shorts and said "Better get your trousers on stud, or we'll be late for dinner. If you're a good boy, I'll let you have something special for dessert."
David groaned loudly, "Oh honey, I don't think I can wait that long!" She looked at the tent that had formed in the front of his shorts, "Hmmm, I guess you'll be pestering me all through dinner if I don't sort you out?" she said, with mock frustration. Before he could answer she went over to him and took a firm hold on his cock, stroking it through the thin material.
David's eyes widened and he grinned, "So you're going to take care of that for me?"
Jennifer knelt in front of him and unzipped his fly, gently pulling his hard cock out into the open. While not the biggest cock she'd ever seen, it was a good six inches and hard as a rock. Tenderly, she ran her fingers up and down the length of the shaft, all the while maintaining eye contact with her husband then with slow, deliberate action she started to lick his cock from top to bottom. Her tongue circled all around the swollen head until he moaned out loud, "Oh God yes! Suck it!" She sucked the head into her mouth, stroking up and down its length with her slim fingers. David felt her tongue swirling around his aching shaft, driving him wild with desire. He took a hold of her head and pushed her down on his hard cock, hips frantically fucking his engorged tool deep into her throat. He couldn't withstand it a moment longer -- "Ahhhhhh!!!" he shouted, as his hot sperm hit the back of his wife's mouth and went right down her throat and into her stomach. Lovingly, she sucked every last drop out of it before coming up for air.
"Now", she said with a sexy chuckle, "will you please take me out to dinner, Mister Senior Sales thingy?"
Jennifer scooted David away while she completed her dressing and makeup, telling him firmly to "move himself", lest they be late. The taxi turned up at 7pm prompt, ready to take them to the company dinner. David, who by now was dressed in black suit, black shirt and charcoal tie, called up stairs "Honey get a move on, the cab is here!"
