Six months later:
The lingerie and preggo division was up and running. Through trial, error, hundreds of hours going here and there, Irene had finally found a manufacturer stateside to make the garments. He was in Ohio, his grandfather and father both had been in the clothing manufacturing business, the facility was there, but he lacked long term commitments from anyone big.
He was keeping a skeleton crew working with spot orders, but those were always fast turn around jobs and created a large amount of stress. Irene had originally come from Ohio and kept up with local things at her home town through a couple of gossip rags online. It was on one of those she'd seen the article about a third generation clothing manufacturer trying to keep the company going.
PAP negotiated a deal with the young man for a two year trial contract, using stateside materials where possible. The work staff was quite excited as most of the machine operators left were women and were excited they'd be making women's garments.
When concern was expressed that his small work force wouldn't be able to handle the work load once the line took off. He confidently produced a stack of applications at least two inches high from sewer's and cutters the company had to let go over the years. All of them wanted to be back doing what they and their families had done for decades, make clothing.
With the first catalog in people's hands, the interest and volume of sales was overwhelming. Orders increased, the packing and shipping department increased, and the division was well on the way to showing a profit.
In her research Irene had flown an awful lot in the beginning stages, the company of course covering those expenses. She was also given a company car to use. The recognition and perks only inspired Irene to do more.
When she was in the office she still teased the hell out of me by flashing a new pair of panties or modeling the newest under garment being sold. She kept my dick in a state of arousal nearly all the time. There was more than one night we could hardly wait until her front door was closed before humping like rabbits.
Irene had been out of town a few days when I received a text on Friday afternoon which said,
"plane lands at 5, pick me up, cock at my place tonight. Have an idea I want to run by you. Your office wife, Irene"
As the manager and overseer of the lingerie/preggo division, she was already showing a 7% profit after only 4 months of actively engaging customers. Her division was projected to be above 12% by years end. If Irene had an idea, I wanted to hear it.
I picked her up at the airport, she was so horny she had my cock out and started sucking on it before we hit the main road. I thought she was warming me up for later, she had other plans and swallowed an entire load about half way home. Smiling, she licked and smacked her lips, "yummy, I missed you." At the house we didn't waste any time, she had me on my back riding me cowboy within ten minutes of arrival. We'd ordered pizza on the way from the airport, it was delivered about 5 minutes after Irene climbed off me.
As we snuggled on the couch, she was hugging my arm with both of hers and my hand was laying on her little kitty. Just laying on her bush, twiddling a few hairs, brushing sideways once in a while.
"I have an idea for a new line of lingerie boss. I was in the lady's room and noticed a girl coming out of a stall with her dress still up as she adjusted. There was writing in black magic marker on the front of her white panties. I stopped her and ask if she minded my asking what the writing was about. She said it was a gag gift from her girlfriend for her wedding, the writing said, "this belongs to Paul", with an arrow pointing to the V in her panties. It got me thinking. For two days I couldn't get those panties out of my thoughts."
"Boss, I want to start a line of panties with sayings on them. We also need to start offering garter belts, high quality nylons and other lingerie to the very small woman market. If you're smaller than a size 2 it's damn near impossible to find sexy panties, bras, suspenders and nylons at a reasonable price. We can include them in a separate section of our catalog under the brand name, "Naughty Nickers."
Smiling, I mused, "I think you've hit another home run Irene. What do you have in mind for sayings on the panties?"
"I haven't brain stormed with any of my staff yet, but five that come to mind are "fuck me" across the front, "it won't lick itself", "this pussy belongs to" and then we'll imprint whatever name they want, one for the anal gals could say, "this ass belongs to" printed on the back with a name, or, "it's ass not glass, fuck it hard". What do you think?"
"Will you have enough capitol to start it within your present budget?"
"I've worked all the numbers and I won't need any additional funding outside my divisional budget until we start selling and shipping. I spoke with Andrew at the Ohio plant, he said he can easily handle the additional load and he has screen printing in house."
We spent the rest of the evening tossing ideas back and forth before retiring and slowly making love, both of us tired, we drifted off to sleep.
The next night Irene and I were out to dinner when a couple stopped by our table. They'd been friends when Ingrid was alive, I hadn't seen them since the funeral. They chatted a bit, the guy gawking at Irene and the woman shooting daggers. As I announced we were just getting ready to leave, I held out my hand to Irene, as she stood she deliberately hugged my arm and made a show of pushing her breasts against me. The woman gasp as I bid them good evening.
In the truck I smiled at her, "you little slut, you just couldn't resist, could you?" We burst into laughter, snickering and snorting nearly all the way home.
With the new line Irene stayed busy, I saw less and less of her. Having time for sex only one or two times a week. She would still walk in, secure my office and suck my dick, or fuck me on the couch, or do doggy bent over my desk. Occasionally she'd show up with a butt plug, which would cause me to salivate.
I noticed she was spending almost every lunch in the cafeteria with a young man from shipping named Steve. Irene stopped in one evening while having her period, she wanted to suck my cock. It had been 4 days since we'd been together, and she knew I'd have a big load for her. Being the natural cock sucker she was, not a drop escaped her hungry mouth.
As we were cleaning up, I ask her about the young man in the lunchroom.
"Oh, Steve, he's nice, and he's very nice to me. Do you want me to ignore him? He's only been here 4 months and doesn't know my position in the company, or my position underneath you either." (she said with a giggle and snort)
"No pet, I don't want you to ignore him, just be very careful. You hold a powerful position within the company."
"I know, that's why I'm being so careful, I want to make sure he's interested in me as I am. Not as an officer in the company. He wants to take me for pizza this Friday. What do you think?"
Before I could answer Irene looked at me somewhat pensive and spoke.
"There is something we need to talk about though. Remember when we first did anal? On that night I became yours and yours alone. In my eyes you own every part of my body and every hole I have is yours anytime you want it. I'll suck your cock, fuck your brains out, and let you take my ass for as long as you can get it up. And after your cock won't respond anymore, I'll let you lick the jar anytime you want."
"Irene, pet, I can't let you do that. When you get married you need to be all his."
As the months progressed so did Irene and Steve's relationship. On one of our few evenings alone, Irene was staring at me, "Honey, Steve wants to make love to me, what should I do?"
"Well, does he make your liver quiver?"
"We've kissed and petted and gotten pretty physical, it was all good and my panties were wet each time, but no cock sucking or pussy licking yet. Should I go that route first, to see what he's like in a passion situation?"
"If you do, you'll know within 5 minutes if he's any good or not. I don't know how you'll do it, but you need to make sure he's disease free before he puts his dick inside you."
It was about a week later that Irene came bounding into my office and plopped her hiney on the corner of my desk.
I looked at her, "Please, have a seat, make yourself comfy."
"MMMM, I'd have to lock the door and get naked to do that." She purred. "Wanted to fill you in on the dating situation. I decided to do as you suggested, I let him go down on me and then I sent him over the moon with his first ever blow job. He did pretty good eating me, and he was open to my instructions, so that will work out. He's had sex before, but no one had ever gone down on him.
What a rush big daddy, I felt like I was deflowering him. He was so charged up he was sending cum down my throat in three or four strokes. He was so embarrassed. We waited a bit until I got him hard again, and after sucking him about 15 minutes I rocked his world. The next night we made love and it was good for both of us"
'"What about making sure he's clean?"
"I told him up front he needed to be checked by a doctor and then I wanted to see the results. He was happy to do that for me."
"How's the package, is there enough to keep you satisfied?"
