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
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.
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 escort buca 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?”
She said, “Let’s get down to business,” so Roger led the way to his office, and purposely sat her down in an armchair, causing her perfume to waft around the room and her wrap around frock to part and show a shadow of dark pubic hair at the ‘Y.’
Having problems with his man friend, (God it was hard), Roger offered buca escort bayan a price for the Merc, which Connie rubbished,
“That is a retail price, Roger. You can do better than that.” all the while allowing her cleavage to open up, almost showing her nipples.
Connie had realised Rogers problem, so she rose out of her chair and walked over to the back of his desk and breathed in his ear, “What discount are you offering for cash?”
With his senses screwed up, Roger swallowed, steadied himself and said “10%”
Connie put on a long face and commented that it was not enough and to try again. She then rubbed herself against him and moved to sit on the edge of his desk.
As she did this, her dress slipped open again, and her cleavage became more pronounced.
Roger swallowed again; hell, this woman was enticing, “How about 15% then Connie?” She accepted that offer.
Then spoke up as she moved closer “What about the Mazda trade in? If you give me a good price, I will invite you to a party at my house. It’s a fortnight away.”
Roger was almost out of control with lust and not thinking right.”I will give you the retail price for it as special for you.”
“Done,” Said Connie, “Prepare the paperwork, please.”
That night Connie told Charles about the deal she had worked. She told him about the extra discount taking it to 15% and the good price for the Mazda. She snuggled up to her husband saying that she had to tease the salesman a bit and that he took the bait and that she had rubbed against him and flashed her panty less twat and breathed in his ear and this turned Charles on as well as herself.
Charles said, “That’s great. You remembered that I told you to do what you need to, to get a good deal.”
Connie smiled, saying, “I would have fucked him if necessary. I wanted that Mercedes.”
Next morning at work, Charles spoke toTom, “Oh! By the way, Tom, Connie picked up a new Merc yesterday. She collected a great discount of 15% off the retail price. She is quite a vamp when she tries.”
Tom breathed ‘bugger’ when he heard that, “he is one up on me.”
When he was telling Jolene at home that evening that Connie had used her charms to swing the deal, Jolene stored this information in her memory. She was quiet for a little while then spoke up, “Tom, you’re playing golf on Saturday with Charles. I would like to come out with you both if I may, and I will ask Connie to come out too.”
Saturday turned out to be a beautiful fine day with a light breeze. Each man had brought his wife, who, although they did not play, were there to enjoy the day out, the sun and the drinks at the nineteenth hole. Both had dressed in form-fitting suitable golfing frocks with short pleated skirts, and they looked very summery.
Both guys were very good players, each on a four handicap so that when they met on the morning, both were jovial and were bullshitting each other about who would win and took a side bet of $50 to win.
Driving up to the first hole in their golf carts, each guy had his wife with him, and the contest was on. Each wife joked with the other and thought that it would be a good idea if going on from each alternate hole they swapped husbands when riding in their carts but not telling their husbands about their scheme. Both agreed that it would be great fun to make this game as difficult for their menfolk as possible
For the first hole, Jolene rode with Tom, and Connie rode with her husband. There was a lot of banter between husband and wife and also between Tom and Charles.
The two guys teed off, both hitting excellent drives and landed on the green. The wives barracked for their husbands as they putted.
For the second hole, they changed carts and rode with the other’s husband. This switch, however, upped the anti and caused giggles. During the ride, Jolene pretended to remove a bug from Charles’ shirt collar and then left her hand, stroking the back of his head; this started to give Charles a hard cock. Jolene did not push it too much, and when she saw Charles bulge grow, she removed her hand and sat demurely in the cart.
Getting ready to move to the third tee, the girls were again back with their husbands. It happened that Connie, upon climbing onto the golf cart with Charles just happened to show a lot of leg, almost to her panty line, causing Tom to dream about just what might be in the future. His mind churned, and he swung a low drive, costing him a shot. Charles took up the advantage, and he barracked Tom, while the girls giggled.
Before teeing off for the drive to the fourth hole, the girls were already in the carts waiting for the other’s husband. As the men were returning to their carts, Jolene groaned “God it’s hot,” and as women can, she removed her bra through the arm holes of her shirt. She bounced and jiggled to the next green. She walked ahead of Charles and just as he was putting, she shook her hair free form her ponytail and in doing so jiggled her tits. Charles buca escort missed his putt. Tom thought this was hilarious. The girls just giggled.
On to the fifth hole, the ladies were now back with their husbands. The tee off went without a hitch. On the way to the hole, Jolene placed her hand onTom’s leg and rubbed it back and forth pulled his head over and whispered in his ear, “If you win this game I will give you the fuck of your life tonight.”
Tom replied, “If you girls would stop messing with our minds, I will win.”
Jolene said, “Sorry, but this is half our fun today.”
Tom growled, “Cut the crap and let’s get on with the game.”
At the sixth tee, Connie said to Charles, “I hope you don’t mind, but we want to see you and Tom drive off this tee.”
“That’s OK, but stand to one side.” Charles addressed the ball, and just as he swung, Jolene stumbled and fell onto the tee area showing her legs right up her thighs. His approach fell short of the green. He appeared angry, but his cock said something different. He chided the women for their distracting antics. The girls looked suitably repentant; Tom played his shot with no problems.
By the time the players had arrived at the eighteenth hole, the contestants were neck and neck, both playing very well. In the cart, the girls were again with the other’s husband and had started to play up because being good was very dull and uninteresting.
Tom and Charles had played their balls onto the green, and this was the last putt. Connie offered to lift the pin, and Charles agreed on this. So both girls were on the green by the pin. Charles settled himself for the final putt, and just as he lined his club up, Jolene had to bend down to retie her shoelace, a strong puff of wind from behind blew her skirt up over her back, and she had no knickers on and Charles saw her muff. He missed his putt. Tom was elated he had won this time.
Back at the nineteenth hole as the group were having a drink or two and some nibbles, Charles said,” Jolene if you hadn’t pulled that one I would have won.”
Jolene replied,’ “Me! But I did appreciate your balls.”
Tom mumbled that he was $50 up for the day but, “I have no hard feelings, Charles do you?”
The following Saturday evening was the cocktail party.
This cocktail party, being held in the Jones residence, happened to be a celebration of the end of a very successful financial year for the company, and about 20 couples were attending. Some were staff, and the others were business associates. Lowered background music filled the room, and tables of delicious finger food were laid out in the anteroom. The main room opened out through a big ranch slider onto a very nice courtyard, lit by low powered lanterns. Altogether a magical setting. A variety of libations from Cosmopolitans and Daiquiris to Bourbon and Scotch on the bar improved the conviviality of the evening.
The ladies had all dressed to be noticed and maybe to surpass each other, while the men had dressed casually. The liquor had been flowing long enough for the guests to have started loosening up and formalities to fall away.
At this stage, with the alcohol, Roger, the Mercedes car dealer, was becoming bolder and was following Connie around like a puppy.
Connie fronted up to him, saying, “Roger, what is your problem. Your not letting me out of your sight.”
Roger replied with a lecherous smile, “When I sold you the Merc you invited me here to this party. I felt that you were interested in me. Has that died?”
Connie moved up close to Roger and smiled sweetly saying, “Yes I did, because I knew that you would want to sell more cars and I’ll introduce you to a few of the ladies here as soon as you are ready.”
Everyone was mingling and either chatting or bullshitting depending on one’s point of view. Quite a bit of flirting had started, and the ladies were at the forefront of the teasing. The party was a great success. Some of the ladies were getting a little amorous and the men a little feely, but it was all good-natured.
Jolene was standing up close to Charles and looking him straight in the eyes. She murmured, “I think you would like to fuck me, Charles. The bump in your trousers shows that.”
Charles denied the accusation, but he did place his hands on Jolene’s shoulders and pulled her close and gave her a light kiss on the lips. God that was electrifying for him. Jolene whispered, “Maybe another time,” and because she was attracted to him, she kissed him back with warmth.
Connie moved away from Roger and bumped into Tom. He asked if Roger had made a nuisance of himself.
She replied, “Oh no, we were just talking, but it is good to get back to you. If I was not married to Charles, I might just be chasing you up because I want to fuck you.”
With that statement, Tom placed his hands on her hips and asked her to dance. It was a slow dance. When he placed his arms around Connie; she melted into his body. He could feel her tits up against him, and she could feel his hard cock against her belly. This was turning both of them on, so when he danced Connie into a dark corner, she was ready for the gentle kiss Tom placed on her beautiful lacquered lips. The contact made their bodies sex juices run.