If you haven't read part one or two this will make no sense to you. This chapter will conclude the adventures of Tom and Florence.
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With our marriage came a new set of issues. Company policy was going to change regarding managers being allowed to marry those under their authority. The new policy was due to go into effect on January 31st. We were married on January first but there were still some who looked upon our relationship negatively.
Our bank was still a family owned entity, one of only 16 left in our state. There were four branches, and though ours was the second largest, it was by far the most profitable. Had fewer loans fail and had a higher customer service rating than any of the rest, not to mention the highest level of reserves on hand. Tom had a knack for making money legally and it showed in the results of his efforts.
Still our marriage created a dilemma for the family who owned it. One of the two sons who would eventually take over wanted to get rid of me, or get rid of Tom, their dad did not want either action. I had worked for the Hanson family my entire life, starting with Gilbert, who had been the present president's dad. He retired about six years into my employment with his son Paul taking over. Now Paul's sons were about to take over and while the younger was a good manager, the older could care less about people.
We were at home one evening watching television when Paul called. He greeted me and chatted before asking if he and his wife Lillian could come over. I asked him to give us 20 minutes to change out of night clothes and I'd have some coffee ready when they got here. Arriving was like a family reunion. It had been months since I'd seen them. He and I shook hands, Lillian and I hugged, we had always gotten along well. Paul went right to Tom, shaking his hand, congratulating us on our marriage and then scolding because we had done it on the sly.
They were in the area and wanted to say hi. I brought out cookies and coffee, we sipped and crunched until I broke the silence.
"Paul, you and Lillian didn't come here to have cookies with us. What can we do for you?"
"You know the shit storm your marriage has caused, at least in our oldest sons eyes it's a shit storm. Personally, Lil and I think it's great, you both look very happy together. Florence, you will have been with us 37 years this spring, longer than anyone except me. Tom, you're my top manager of all four branches. You've been smart with which loan applications you bring to the loan board, weeding out the ones that won't possibly qualify before we even look at them."
"You know more about the worldwide banking system and crunching numbers than anyone else within our company. Some of your ideas have made our banks millions of dollars. Our dilemma is not you two being together as much as it is Tom being your boss. If you two were equal I could tell the oldest boy of ours to cram it. I could do it as is, but it would create a pissing contest. With most of the local banks being taken over by conglomerates the bank doesn't need that kind of negative coverage."
Lillian spoke next. "On our way we had a lot of windshield time, which allowed us a lot of uninterrupted conversation time as well. Our boys will take over eventually, presently Paul and I own 60% of the corporation, the boys each hold 20%. What Paul and I want to do right now is find a way to guarantee they can't get rid of either one of you. And we think we've found one. Paul, why don't you tell them, lets see what they think."
"I'm still the president, Lil is still the VP. We can enact promotions or demotions without any input from the boys or the board. What we're proposing is creating a new position to move Florence into, on a salary scale equal to yours Tom. That will settle it, there will be nothing they can do."
Tom was as perplexed, as I was. Tom spoke, "There can't be two managers at the bank, anything with two heads is a freak. There will be nothing but chaos."
"Paul answered, "Agreed, we aren't talking about making her a bank manager, we're talking about creating a position as a trainer of tellers throughout our banking system. Florence would go into each bank on a periodic basis, evaluate areas in need of improvement, and then implement training in those areas. She needs to be equal in pay or those managers will tell her to piss off and change nothing."
Tom was hesitant, "Florence is planning to retire in less than six months, we'll just do it now."
Lillian spoke directly to Tom.
"You don't want to place your wife in harms way, we understand that, but nobody else understands our system like Flo. I will personally go with Flo on the initial visit to the other three branches and I can guarantee you that not one of those swingin dicks will challenge me. Please excuse my language. Should she encounter resistance she'll have my cell. If I get a call from her about something like that, heads will roll."
It was finally my turn to say something.
"Just how often are these bank visits supposed to occur? Do I go in unannounced or will they get advance notice so they can try to hide things? If I recommend something will that recommendation be followed up on, or is this all for show and to placate Tom and me? Cuz if it's for show, I'll retire now. With Tom's salary, my profit sharing and what I have in a 401K we won't suffer, and pardon my French, but we won't have to put up with your pissant son."
I was pissed and not done, "To think I changed their dirty diapers, helped teach them how to wipe their little butts and now the little shit wants to cast me out. Where the hell is his loyalty to match mine, I've half a mind to say F-it and walk away. Boy, this pisses me off."
There was a lengthy silence none of us liked, I spoke again. "My apologies, I shouldn't have gone off the deep end like that. I blame it on Tom, he hasn't made love to me yet today."
Paul's face turned red and his mouth hung open. Lillian laughed and gave me a high five. (We might have fist bumped if we'd have known what the hell that was.) That seemed to break the otherwise tense moment. I looked at Tom and asked what he thought.
"When does it begin? You still haven't said how often. Will she be reimbursed mileage? If she has to spend a night will she be reimbursed for a room and have a per diem for meals? I want to know my bride will be looked after and compensated for her efforts."
Paul had answers. "To start with I want her to go in stealth. Very few of those people know her, certainly not the managers. I want her to open a checking account with money we'll supply. I want her to conduct three or four transactions, create a report copying me and personally giving it to the bank manager. After that it will be based on when we think things need to be looked at, at least once a month I would think. She can continue to float at this branch when she isn't out, as long as she isn't at a window full time."
I spoke directly to Tom, "Hun, it sounds like my inspections will be day trips 99% of the time. I'll be home each night sweetheart, I just might not be here to make you supper every night. I have a question. If I finish before the end of the day, is the rest of the day mine, or do I have to report somewhere?"
Paul was looking more comfortable now that we seemed to be okay with his proposal.
"Your day is yours once you're finished. I'll distribute a letter to each branch letting them know there will be spot inspections beginning in June. Most of them procrastinate and will wait until spring before they do anything. Between now and then you'll visit each branch, type up recommendations, and get them to me. Together we'll make a joint first visit with the recommendations."
Tom and I felt it was something worth trying, nothing ventured, nothing gained. The boys would be taking over the day to day operations beginning June first. Each overseeing two of the four banks. Thankfully ours will be under the younger brother. There was a little more chit chat about Christmas, grandkids, and how their health was holding up before they left.
I knew Tom was horny, but I no longer was.
"Tom, can I give you a blowjob? I know you're horny, and I was when we came home, but after that conversation I have zero desire to screw."
Tom asked if I was sure, I nodded. I sucked him slow and deep, the way he liked it. His body was tense when I started but began to relax some as I worked his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. He was moaning, telling me how good I was at sucking his cock. That in turn provided a modicum of enthusiasm for me as I stayed the course, determined to bring my husband to a climax in my mouth.
Tom's hands were playing in my hair, running his fingers through both sides, gently holding it to stroke into my mouth a few times. His legs were stiffening, his breath was staggered and I could hear his heart pounding in his chest. The head swelled as his shaft widened, I pulled my head back as I felt the cum rising up his dick. My lips were wrapped around the head and when the first shot hit my mouth I was ready. I swallowed his entire load minus a few drops on the corners of my mouth.
I was so proud of myself. It had been the first time I'd been able to take his entire load of hot creamy goodness. I didn't mind the taste of my lovers cum. In fact, I'd come to view it as a treat no one got but me. Tom's legs were still shaking as I lay my head on his thigh, sweat was running down his face and chest.
"Baby, you took it all, I'm so proud of you. Would you like me to do you now?"
"Hun uh, I'd rather save it for another night when I feel more like having you wash your face in my pussy."
As I said that Tom's cock twitched, some days I wonder if all he thinks about is pussy.
Over the next two days we made the decision to accept Paul and Lil's offer. I let them know by phone, Lil said she'd get the paperwork drawn up and mailed to our home. We didn't want it going to the bank and someone opening it by accident.
Tom and I went over the contract several times looking for any legalese lingo we may have missed. We found none, the contract was straight forward. My salary would equal Tom's monetarily, my benefits already exceeded his, I would be reimbursed for mileage using the IRS rate for that year. If I needed to be gone from home overnight all my lodging and meals would be covered. Once I signed the contract a company credit card would be issued to me for official use.
I Fed-Ex'd it directly to Paul and Lillian. The next day I got a call from Lil thanking me, explaining my salary change would begin on Monday, three days from now.
Now that we could be open with our marriage I was much more comfortable showing Tom affection in public. Nothing lewd, just hugs, or a kiss, a pat on his butt. I had grown fond of walking with my hand in his back pocket. If his arm was around my shoulders it was a given my hand was in his back pocket. He found it affectionate, I found it erotic, my hand on the ass that propelled his yummy cock into the depths of my hot box.
