This story is entirely fictitious and is about two couples in competition with each other. When people get competitive like this, it starts lightly but becomes more and more serious as time goes by. There is some sex, adultery, swapping and humour. Competition between two people working in the same company, at the same level in status, each trying to outperform the other, makes for a very good plot. All players are mature. This story is completely fictitious.
This story contains New Zealand English.
It is co-authored by my wife Marie and myself and edited by Marie and Grammarly
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Tom Robinson is a senior marketing director for Scott Brothers Ltd, a well-known engineering company. He is tall, very handsome, dark-haired with a bit of grey, well dressed and very fit. Plays golf partly to keep fit and partly to network. He is 51 years old, and as a senior sales director, he knows the ins and outs of life and how to manipulate people. His wife Jolene is red-haired 5'8" tall, nicely rounded body, with perky breasts which she knows just how to show off to perfection. Well dressed, just as her perceived place in society decrees and likes to impress all around her. Jolene is just on 50 years old and is a very smart woman who knows how to charm her way along in the world. They have been married for some 17 years.
Charles Jones happens to be the firm's Senior Accountant. He is medium heavy set, tall, blond, and always in a suit, showing some skin on the top of his head and carries a perception of his own importance. He is a little arrogant and conceited. Connie, his wife of 18 years, is his perfect match; a tall, 5'7", slim hips, carefully coiffed brunette hair and with a tight silhouette. Her tits are just a nice handful. She thinks that society needs her and is always willing to tell people so. Charles is 53 years old and Connie 50 years the same as Jolene
Tom and Jolene live in the suburb known as Hillcrest in a white four bedroom, two bathroom house, with a white painted fence. They also have a newly installed hot tub. They have a King Charles spaniel dog that takes the place of the children that Jolene has not been able to have.
Charles and Connie live in the suburban area known as Tihi-O-Tonga. This house is in a newer, upmarket subdivision, mostly peopled by snobs. Their house has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a separate shower, as well as a medium sized pool.
Charles and Tom are very competitive, always seeking to one-up each other.
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In talking together one evening, Tom suggested to his wife, that as her car is getting older, it is time to upgrade it, and she agrees. Tom suggests that Jolene goes down to the BMW agent and negotiates for a new Beemer 535i and see what they will give for her four-year-old Holden. She has Tom's full permission to do what it takes to get the best offer available.
Jolene called and made an appointment with the head salesperson for 11 am on the 21 May. On the appointed day she dresses very carefully in her sheer tiny pink panties, pops on a light summer frock which shows a fair amount of cleavage. Her breasts are free of encumbrance. The skirt of the frock floats quite easily in the light autumn breeze. She looks 'yummm.'
She drove her Holden to the dealers front door, opened the car door and slipped a long tanned leg out, just as the salesman walks up to her.
She introduced herself, saying, "Call me Jolene. I want to trade this car in and purchase a new BMW535i please."
She noted the man looking at her bare legs and the fact that her skirt had ridden up her thighs. He is smiling more than usual for a person trying to make a sale. She asks about the Beemer that they have on the floor; it is white, and that is the colour that she wants.
Jolene walked over to the Beemer, opened the door, slide into the driver's seat and took up a driving position, "Could I take this car for a test drive, do you mind?"
"Sorry, it is company policy that you will need me to go with you," said the sales guy.
"That's OK. Are you free now?" asks Jolene.
"I have all the time in the world for you, madam," as he hopped into the passenger's seat. "Call me Bill," he says, noting that Jolene's skirt was resting just below her panties. It takes him all his effort to look at the road as Jolene drives along the highway.
When they got back to the Dealer's premises, Jolene stated that she was very impressed with the BMW and could they sit down and work out a deal.
Bill walked over to his office with his hand placed gently on the middle of her back. While guiding her, his nostrils picked up her enticing perfume. It immediately affected his little head. With half a hard-on he placed a chair in front of his desk for Jolene, pulled the papers and price list out of his drawer and started into a spiel about the virtues of the BMW.
Jolene leaned forward with her elbows on the desk saying, "Cut the crap Bill and tell me the cost of the Beemer and what the trade is worth." This sharp comment brought Bill back down to earth.
He wrote some figures on paper and looked into Jolene's eyes and gave her a price. She looked at his figures and said, "Bullshit Bill. That is the retail price and not enough for the Holden" She leaned further onto the desk, and her top opened, and Bill could see down her neckline, and her soft nipples were showing. With that, his bottom head lurched.
She stood up from her chair and walked around to beside Bill to read his figures. He could smell her perfume, and she accidentally on purpose, rubbed her tit against his arm. It almost seemed if she was making him an offer.
"Well, I could give you a fleet discount of 12.5%," how is that?"
Jolene, breathing close to his ear, said: "That is better. Now, what about the Holden?"
Bill could hardly think; this woman was getting to him. "What night would you go to dinner with me?"Bill pleaded.
"Give me a decent price for the Holden, and I will think about it," breathed Jolene.
So Bill scribbled on his paper again and came up with an offer twice as good as his first one.
Jolene said, "OK, that will do; fix the paperwork. I will pick up the Beemer this afternoon."
When Jolene came in to pick up the BMW 525I, Bill said " What about our date?
Jolene smiled, "I said I would think about it, and I have; the answer is no."
The next day when Tom and Charles were having their morning tea break, Tom casually said, "By the way, I bought Jolene a new BMW a couple of days ago. I managed to get a discount of 12.5% plus a good trade for the Holden."
This statement set Charles mind in motion.
That night when Charles arrived home to his irresistible wife, who had a glass with his favourite scotch whiskey set out by his comfortable lounge chair, he asked her about her car and how it was running.
Connie replied, "The car is getting old, you know Charles Remember it was purchased about four years ago. Besides its colour is now rather blah! and out of fashion."
Charles then stated, "By the way, Tom has just purchased Jolene a new BMW535I. I want you to go to the Mercedes dealers and pick out that Merc E Class convertible you looked, at in the colour of your choice. I want you to take whatever steps you need to get a big discount."
With permissions like that Connie's mind immediately went into overdrive. She gave Charles a big kiss on the lips, saying, "I will do that in the morning."
The next morning, after getting Charles on his way to the business, she started on her mission. She showered, dried off, and walked into her walk-in wardrobe naked looking for just the right frock and underwear. Connie opened her lingerie drawer looked at her panties then decided that for her visit today, she would not need them. There was a nice skin colour demi bra that looked right for the purpose. The outfit had to be the coup-de gras. For this, she sorted through the frocks hanging there in the wardrobe and chose the new pale blue-green wrap around frock that was her latest acquisition. Her 4-inch blush coloured come-fuck-me pumps completed the ensemble. All that was now needed was the flawless makeup that Connie had lots of experience in applying. A little Victoria's secret perfume completed her war paint.
Down to the Mercedes car dealers, she drove, pulling right into the doorway as befits an important person.
The senior salesman rushed out to greet her, saying, "I am Roger and am glad to meet you, Mrs.?"
Connie replied, "Connie Jones, my husband in Charles Jones from Scott Engineering Ltd. Call me Connie."
Yes, Mrs. Jones, What may I do for you?"
"If the price is right, I want to buy the Merc E Class car you have on the floor there."
With that, Connie opened the door of her Mazda and stretched a tanned bare leg to the floor of the showroom. As she eased herself out of the car, her wrap around frock parted showing the upper part of her thigh. Roger nearly swallowed his tongue.
Connie asked the price and details about the car and climbed into the driver's seat, saying, "I would like to take a test drive, please."
Roger looked over this vision then said: "Let me get the keys. Company policy is that I must come along with you. I am sure that that is OK?"
"Ok, I'll go along with that." Connie agreed.
Sitting beside her, Roger smelled her perfume, and it did the inevitable. He had a hard job keeping his mind above his belt. Sitting beside Connie, Roger was almost putty rather than a hard-bitten car salesman.
Arriving back at the showroom, Roger asked: "What do you think, Connie?"