I graduated from college at the head of my class. The weeks before commencement were a blur of interviews. Although I was an engineering major, I got a taste of what the jocks go through before the pro drafts. I was courted by several companies. All invited me to parties in an effort to recruit me. I'm sure there was one hooker, probably more, at each one assigned to get me in the sack. Sure, I took advantage of the situation to get laid. I'm not stupid. I was engaged at the time, so I figured I would sow my wild oats and get a job at the same time.
My then fiancée, now wife, Candy, told me similar stories about the efforts to recruit her. She was a business major with a minor in modern dance. Her legs showed her dance training, straight and strong with twin globes for a bottom. The rest of her wasn't bad either. She had firm 34D tits that she loved to show off. There was always some cleavage on display. Her eyes were emerald green; her copper hair hanged to her waist. The campus jocks were invited to service her. Yes, she sowed her oats too.
We each had twenty or more interviews and a dozen or so offers of employment. The deciding factor, for us, was a pair of offers from companies in the same city. Both jobs required some travel, but most of our time would be spent at home.
We married two weeks after graduation. Our honeymoon was spent apartment hunting. Our wedding presents didn't include any furniture, so our first home was a furnished studio apartment. It wasn't anything to brag about, but it was home while we saved up for a bed and a sofa. Both of us had well-paying jobs, so we lived off my paychecks and saved hers. At the end of September, we moved into a one-bedroom apartment. Again, it wasn't anything special, but we were moving up in the world. We had something that was ours, a bed, a sofa, and a kitchen table with two chairs.
Like most newly minted engineers, my first assignment was as a draftsman so I could learn the company's nomenclature on blueprints. This position usually lasted a year, and I was prepared to stick it out so I could move up and contribute ideas that would improve the product line. Candy started out as a bookkeeper, but she had her eyes on a product development position a couple years away.
Summer and autumn flew by. Before we knew it, snow was falling. Both her parents and mine invited us for Thanksgiving dinner. Since they lived too far apart for us to visit both in one day, we opted to stay home.
The Christmas parties were upon us in short order. Miraculously, our companies held their parties on different weekends. It would be the first time either of us would be able to meet some of the higher-ups. We had coworkers who were our friends away from work, but they were all at our respective levels. We knew our immediate supervisors. Those above them were a bunch of names without faces or personalities that we knew.
Candy's party was the second Saturday in December. It was held in the ballroom of a large hotel downtown. Rumors abounded that there would be rooms available for couples who wanted to sneak off for a little extracurricular hanky-panky, although no one believed it.
All the department heads were there. Candy introduced me to her boss, Gloria, a thirty-something woman who could easily challenge Candy in the beauty department. She had high cheekbones, sky blue eyes, waist-length straight blonde hair, big tits, and long legs that came all the way up to her barely covered ass. I noticed that her suit jacket strained against her breasts, and Candy noticed that I noticed. She gave me a challenging look as she sipped her punch.
It wasn't long before we were split up by people looking for others to converse with. One of Candy's colleagues cornered her about some work problem, and some guy talked football with me. We found ourselves on opposite sides of the room fifteen minutes after we arrived.
"What happened to your bride?" a female voice behind me asked. I turned around and saw that Gloria had been the speaker.
"She's around somewhere," I said. "Somebody wanted to talk shop with her."
"She's just too dedicated. I'd like to promote her now, but policy says she has to be with the company a year first. Of course, exceptions may be made in extraordinary cases."
"She'd enjoy hearing that. I'll tell her what you said."
"It would be better if you didn't. I don't want her to get any false hopes. So, tell me, Paul. What do you do?"
"I'm an engineer. Where's your husband?"
"He's home with the kids. He hates these parties, especially after he heard the rumor about rooms being set aside for horseplay."
"We heard the same story. It's fun to joke about, but I can't imagine any company ever doing such a thing."
"It's not a joke." My mouth dropped open. "I oversaw the arrangements for this shindig, so I should know. I set aside four hospitality suites just for that purpose. I believe two of them are in use already. There are dozens of affairs going on in this company." I glanced around the room. Candy was involved in a conversation near the bandstand. "I'd like to ask you something. Is it true men like to talk about what kind of lovers their wives are?"
"No, we'd rather talk about important stuff, like football."
She smiled. "We gals talk about our men all the time. My Ralph has a pretty big cock, but he doesn't know how to use it."
"Why don't you tell him what you want him to do?"
"I've tried, but his male ego keeps him from listening. On the other hand, Candy says you're a fabulous lover." I felt my face burn. "I'm sorry. I'm embarrassing you. But it's true. She thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread."
"I certainly hope so."
She ran a hand up and down the label of my suit coat. "I'm sure you'd like to see her get an early promotion. I can arrange it." I looked across the room at Candy. She seemed to be the center of attention for several people, male and female. "She won't even know we're missing." She took my hand and placed it inside her suit jacket on her unfettered breast. The nipple stood out at least half an inch. She stared into my eyes. "That feels so nice." Keeping her eyes on mine, she took my other hand and led me to the elevators.
