The next eight days flew in, the morning after they had met Harry, they were both expert spitters. They had travelled to Beaujolais, Macon, the Rhone Valley. With Harry's assistance, they had ordered the Muscadet and an excellent Sancerre. They had built a portfolio of excellent quality wines. Harry had also suggested a German Importer, for their House Wines. Ryan's House Chardonnay was a South African Chardonnay. Their House Red was an excellent Spanish Rioja. The German Company labelled it for them. They returned to Epernay for four days before they went home. Serge had suggested that they rent a holiday cottage fifty meters from his restaurant. It was beautifully appointed, it was also cheaper than the Hotel. It suited them perfectly.
May and Jack's lovemaking was unbelievably good; every day they made love at least three times. Nothing was forced; it just happened naturally. They were both so comfortable with each other. They thought the same way. The wine business was bringing them very close together. In Serge's warehouse, ninety per cent of the wine they had bought had been delivered. The House Wines, they have bought a container with half in white and red. This would be delivered next week when they got home. Before Jack had left, he had tidied the stables. It could take a lot of wine.
May was calculating the wholesale and retail prices. She had set up a Sales programme on her laptop. They had spent a lot of money; they would have to pay duty when they imported it into the UK, apart from that, they were in business. May was the Financial Controller at her Company; she was also Financial Director of the Company; she owned thirty-five per cent of the Company. She had suggested to Jack that she was in a position to work only mornings at her Company, she could do afternoons for Ryan wines. Jack was going into his final year; he would work at the Ryan wines when he wasn't at University.
They got the ferry home before they left, they had filled the trailer with Champagne. It had taken two pallets. They hadn't needed it, but it would come in handy for deliveries when they got home. As they drove through the Customs, Jack had forgotten about the Champagne in the trailer; he went down the Nothing to Declare lane. He was twenty minutes away from the ferry when he realised what he had done, he said, "We drove through Customs without declaring the Champagne, I'm looking forward to a glass of champagne tonight, I think that it will taste sweeter."
May put her hand on Jack's groin; he was stiff, May said, "You are amazing, it was wonderful four hours ago this morning. I love this car; it sits so high off the road, the windows are tinted, nobody can see in, can I play with my big friend?"
"Of course you can, he is bursting to get out of these chinos."
May soon had Jack's stiff cock clear of his chinos; she teased the head of his cock with her tongue, it felt so good for Jack. For the next twenty minutes May's head bobbed up and down on Jack's cock, she was massaging his heavy balls as she sucked him, Jack was close, May sensed it. Her head was bobbing up and down faster, her massaging of his balls was firmer. Jack gave her a warning; he quietly said, "I'm cuming."
Mum kept on sucking until she had drained his balls of all his cum. She swallowed a lot but kept some in her mouth when she came off him; May said, "You concentrate on your driving; I'm going to give you a cum kiss."
May kissed him tenderly and lovingly, his warm cum still warm in her mouth. May sat back in the passenger seat; she said, "I loved doing that for you, it felt so good, I've wanted to do it before, but I have always been selfish, I wanted you to cum inside me."
Two days later all the wine was delivered. They had eaten at Pierre's restaurant; he had given them their first order. He took a lot of the wines; he loved the Muscadet and Sancerre. He also took the two house wines, and he loved the Chardonnay, the Rioja, he adored, Pierre told them that if he had a French wine of similar quality to the Rioja, it would cost double the price. He took all of the Champagnes. May had bought a Laser printer; she soon had Pierre's Wine List ready. Jack delivered the next day, Pierre paid on delivery, everybody was happy.
May organised a series of trade tastings in the stables. The orders started to flow in. It wasn't for one or two wines on their list; it was for complete Wine Lists. Then Jack found a loophole, they could retail twelve bottles of wine in a case, and they didn't need a licence. They couldn't sell one bottle but could sell twelve. This soon developed into a Wine Club. It soon became too much for May and Jack. At a tasting in the Stables, May got talking to a woman in her fifties, she was a widow but comfortably off. She had an excellent knowledge of wine. Her husband had been an Accountant; he was older than her. She had said to May that she had watched Ryan Wines grow. If they were ever looking for staff, she would be interested. Jean started on the following Monday. The business was growing.
Jean was impressive; she had been the PA to her husband; they had an affair; they got married. They had one daughter, who was an Accountant; she now ran her father's old firm. She still had an income from the firm, but her daughter ran it, she had also expanded it. Jean was financially secure; she didn't want the hassle of the day to day running of the business. She was so happy to be working with wines.
Jean was an excellent coordinator; they soon needed a delivery driver. They found an ex-army sergeant who had been in logistics. He had suffered from depression when he left the Army. He couldn't find a job. That led to more depression. His wife, son and daughter, supported him. At their first meeting, Jack offered him the job; it was a good decision. He loved the work; he started studying about wine; he soon became a tremendous asset to Ryan Wines. Tom was good.
Jack was back at University; he stopped his Rugby training; he was too busy with Ryan Wines. May was working every afternoon and all day Saturday. Jack worked every minute he wasn't at University. His results were good; his year Lecturer was happy with him. Christmas and New Year were unbelievably good. The wines were flying out the door; they had to reorder a lot. May decided to give Jean and Tom a Christmas bonus. This was rather than taking them out for a slap-up Christmas meal. It was a sizeable bonus; they both appreciated it.
In early January, after a very busy Saturday, they were so busy that May phoned Jean and asked her if she could come and help them. Jean was there five minutes later. It was rare for all three of them to be working together; they all worked so well together. May was hardly cooking in the evening now. There were so many Hotels, restaurants and bars buying from that they were eating out all the time to give their customers some business in return. They got home, as usual, their lovemaking was unbelievably good. As they lay in bed, May said, "Jean wants and needs fucked, call it a woman's intuition, she's so good, I would like to keep her happy. How do you feel about flirting with her?"
Jack was surprised that May had brought this up, on several occasions he was sure Jean was flirting with him. Jean was tall with a voluptuous body; Jack could understand May's reasoning, they would find it challenging to replace Jean, Jack said, "Why don't we both flirt with her? We should invite her out when we eat out; she would love that interaction with the customers. I have noticed that when you are wearing something sexy at work, she wears something sexy the next day. I think that we both could have her. I'm sure that she would be fit for both of us."
