Sir Josiah Pinchpenny walked from his dressing room into his wife's boudoir where Eleanor sat at her dressing table wearing nothing except her peignoir. She had an elegant body for a woman of 55 yrs. Her breasts were still firm, the aureoles a deep dark pink and nipples a light red. From experience he knew that the nipples could deepen to brown and the aureoles to a purple red when she was stimulated.
"Have you showered yet darling?" he asked
"No not yet, do you want a fuck?" she replied opening his bathrobe and giving his huge tool a squeeze.
"I'd love one darling but let us save it until later, see how the evening develops" he said as he cupped one of her delightful breasts.
His wife smiled up at him. "Our guests, have you actually made a decision who is to be promoted to the Board," she asked, "or does it all rest on which wife is happy to grant you favours?"
He pondered her question. Peter Squires, aged 38 Head of Marketing was brilliant at his job. His wife Beryl aged 36 was attractive but kept herself in the background. Henry Jameson, 48 Accounts Director, working hard for a seat on the board was extremely hard working and had a good brain. His wife Anthea 45, statuesque, well educated and very articulate. Alexander 'Sandy' Duncan, aged 42, Head of Engineering, had saved the company thousands with his engineering acumen. knowing when to buy in new machines and change engineering methods.
His wife Moira, outwardly a strict no-nonsense woman. Always exceptionally well dressed, well spoken and showed a fine figure to advantage although she mostly was seen wearing a business suit as she was the Departmental Head of a fashion house.
"Well, you are partly right, as usual. The three men are vying for just the one seat, although they are not aware, work-wise they are exceptional but yes, I want to study, shall we say, the social graces of the ladies. Incidentally they are not aware this dinner party is part of the selection process"
His wife laughed." Oh, don't be too sure, a switched on wife will put two and two together. Oh darling, I know just what you are looking for, which wife will give you a good sucking and a good fucking and which husband will be happy for you to do it. As for me my love, I just hope the right man for the job has a big dick too to satisfy my needs when you are fucking the wife. On the other hand, of course, I hope the wife of whoever you pick will be happy to go down on me."
It was her husbands turn to laugh. "Eleanor you are incorrigible and I love you. What are you wearing this evening under that delightful gown you bought?"
"Oh my love I am not going to ruin the looks of a £500.00 gown with bra straps or a panty line. I shall wear nothing underneath."
"Hmm now that sounds to me to be excessively naughty especially as the dress is rather short." Josiah returned.
"It may well be, It might get a few dicks up and you never know dampen a few pussies too."
She looked at the small clock on the bedroom wall. "I think they will be arriving in about an hour and a half. We had better start getting ourselves ready. I know cook will b ready on time, have you told Simms to be prepared to serve drinks from 8.0 o'clock?"
"Dont fret darling, Simms does not need to be told he will be ready."
She wrinkled her nose. "I was just preparing you in case he thinks he has time to shaft Doris before dinner." They both laughed knowing full well that Simms took his Butling duties seriously and even though he was fucking Agatha the cook and her daughter Doris he would not fail in his duty...
...Meanwhile...
Part 2
- THE SQUIRES MODERN DETACHED (that evening)
Peter Squires, already dressed in his suit except for the dinner jacket impatiently urged his wife on.
"Come on Beryl, we shall be late if you are not careful. Do you have to wear all that jewellery? Its only a dinner party at the bosses house, we are not off to Buckingham  Palace." he said, deflating her as usual.
Beryl Squires was sure that the evening was a step towards the boardroom although peter didn't, 'What the hell is it to do with you women.' He had snapped when she had suggested it.
She herself, inspite of being very shy in company, had tried her best. her gown was exquisite and showed her figure to the best advantage in a modest kind of way.
She checked her lipgloss, made sure her eye shadow was okay and then announced that she was ready.
"Bout time too" grumbled Peter picking up his dinner jacket. His bow tie was crumpled and far from straight but as his wife went to straighten it he told her to stop fussing.
Pt 3 THE JAMESON RESIDENCE. (that afternoon)
It would have been extremely difficult for Anthea to be articulate, She was kneeling on the bedroom floor with her lips wrapped around her husbands 10" cock, licking and sucking the large purple head as one hand slowly wanked his curved dick. her other hand was buried between her legs as she played with her clit.
