Magdalen had to wipe her palms on her thighs at least five times before the appetizers were even served. The fact that Robert had requested to be seated in the farthest, darkest corner from the entrance told her that he was serious about her reward...and her punishment.
The sudden placement of his big hand over hers caused her to jump and look at him in surprise. With a forced smile, he asked, "Are you alright, dear?"
Before she could answer, the blonde, twenty-seven year old wife across from her chimed in with her Southern drawl, "Oh, she's probably fine, Robert. Those sparkly dresses are beautiful and expensive but are itchy as heck! Especially when you sweat," she chuckled and looked at her dashing, older husband, Michael, for an encouraging smile.
Magdalen's heart twisted in her chest at the pure love and adoration she saw between them. She and Robert had that once, or at least, that's what she told herself to sleep at night. Everything had changed after she'd had their daughter, Julie, eighteen years ago and found out that she couldn't bare more children because of complications.
The hand on hers tightened and she brought her eyes back to her husband's. "Does your dress itch?" he wondered, her fingers going numb.
"A little, but it's so beautiful that I don't mind." Sending a smile Regan's way, Magdalen preened, "Robert bought it for me to celebrate our twentieth anniversary." Pleased with her answer, he let go of her hand and slipped his over her knee. She thought he would rest it there and had to keep her face neutral when he instead started slowly pulling up the skirt of her dress.
"We've only been married for six years," Regan admitted. "College sweethearts and all that. How did y'all meet?"
Robert pulled the skirt up enough so that he could slip his hand under it between her legs. Knowing better than to deny him entry, she parted her thighs and fiddled with her place setting on the table.
"Honey, I'm sure I've told you this story before." Michael gazed down at his wife with a chuckle. "Forgive her, she has a severe case of pregnancy brain." The instant his blue eyes met Magdalen's across the table, she felt two distinct touches. The first was Robert's fingers rubbing leisurely over the swollen lips of her pussy. The second was Michael's pointed toed shoe sliding up the inside of her calf.
"Why don't you tell Regan the story, love?" Robert suggested, his fingers pinching her labia. Her pussy clenched and she had to bite her tongue against a moan. Before she could answer, the appetizers arrived and several plates were laid out for their approval. Taking advantage of the table's distraction, Robert leaned in and whispered, "Remember what I said, darling. Be a good girl and do not cum."
The air conditioning blew steadily at their side of the table, hitting her square in the chest. Her lap covered by the table cloth, she was not worried about anyone spotting her wetness. However, her hard nipples were more difficult to hide since she was not allowed to wear a bra. She noticed that while Regan's beautiful eyes were on the expensive food being organized before them, Michael's were trained on her drooping breasts hidden by a thin layer of gown.
Reminding her of his presence while the waiters left, Robert slid a finger into her warm, sopping wet, tight hole and let it rest in there to the hilt. Her pussy clenched around him and he smiled proudly at how hard she was trying to control her orgasm.
Her muscles relaxed against his finger as she spoke, "When we met, our fathers owned the two biggest oil companies on the west coast. They were rivals, of course."
Regan clapped, popping a shrimp into her mouth. "Oh, just like Romeo and Juliette!" It hadn't quite been the same, but Magdalen didn't correct her.
Robert took over the story as he slowly started inching his finger out of her, "Our fathers introduced us and it was love at first sight. We got married, merged the businesses, and had a beautiful daughter." Only the tip of his finger was left in her by the time he finished his part of the story and Magdalen had to dig her nails into the side of her thigh to prevent moving her hips to force it back inside.
Michael's foot rested against the inside of her high heeled one, but she was too stimulated by her husband to make anything of it. The man across from her swallowed his honey glazed dates and asked, "So, are you looking for a partnership with my company because you've got too much money want to retire but your daughter is too young to take over?"
Robert's finger slipped free completely as he laughed at Michael's guess and Magdalen let out a small gasp. The only person who noticed was Regan, but the sweet girl was too sheltered to realize the meaning of it.
Robert answered, "I will admit, when I first heard of your company I had half a mind to offer my daughter's hand in marriage as Magdalen's father had done to me back then. But then I found out you were married to a lovely young woman," his praise made Regan blush and Magdalen blister, "So I decided to offer the position as partner so that we could keep our business alive. Why compete and have one of us lose when we can all win?"
"I like winning," Michael commented, his eyes boring into Magdalen. She couldn't focus on him, though, as Robert reached across the table, picked up a quiche, and stuck it in his mouth with the same hand that had been between her legs. He took his time licking this fingers clean, particularly the one that had been inside her.
