Saturday morning sunlight poured through the kitchen windows as Eva and Ryan moved around each other in comfortable rhythm. Eva wore a simple tank top and shorts while she chopped vegetables, her mind already racing ahead to tonight. Ryan was dressed casually but kept checking his phone, clearly nervous.
"We're really doing this," Ryan said, packing the grocery list into his pocket. "Boss Roger is coming here. To our house. For dinner."
Eva turned and gave him a reassuring smile, stepping close to wrap her arms around his neck. "It's going to be perfect, baby. Stop worrying. We've planned everything."
They drove to the supermarket together. Eva pushed the cart while Ryan read the list aloud. She made sure to pick the best ingredients — fresh salmon, premium steak, expensive wine, and everything needed for her famous tiramisu dessert. Every time Ryan looked anxious, she squeezed his hand or brushed against him teasingly.
"You're going to get that promotion," she whispered in the produce aisle, leaning in so her breasts pressed against his arm. "I'll make sure of it."
Ryan laughed nervously. "You always know exactly what to say."
By late afternoon the house was spotless. Eva changed into the outfit she had chosen for maximum effect: a tight, low-cut black dress that hugged her voluptuous curves, the neckline plunging deep enough to show generous cleavage, and a hem that ended mid-thigh. She added heels and left her long black hair loose with a small braid on the side. When Ryan saw her he blinked, then smiled.
"You look… incredible. Maybe a little revealing, but… damn."
Eva twirled once. "Good. I want your boss to see how lucky you are."
Ryan didn't argue. He was too focused on making a good impression.
The doorbell rang at exactly 7:00 p.m.
Roger stood on the porch — a tall, broad-shouldered man in his early fifties with salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, and the confident posture of someone who had run a company for decades. He wore a tailored shirt and slacks, exuding power.
"Ryan! Good to see you, son." Roger shook Ryan's hand firmly, then turned to Eva. His eyes swept over her openly. "And you must be the famous Eva. Ryan wasn't exaggerating — you're absolutely stunning."
Eva smiled sweetly, stepping forward to greet him. "Thank you, Mr. Roger. We're so glad you could come."
"Call me Roger," he said, his gaze lingering on her deep cleavage for a second longer than polite. "No need for formalities tonight."
Ryan laughed a little too loudly. "Aren't I lucky, boss? Can't deny that, haha."
Eva playfully swatted Ryan's arm. "Stop it, both of you. Come in and sit down. Dinner is almost ready."
They moved to the dining table. Eva had set it beautifully — candles, good china, everything perfect. As she served the first course she leaned over Roger's plate, deliberately lowering herself so her heavy breasts nearly spilled out of the dress. Roger got a clear view of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. His eyes darkened with immediate interest. Ryan, busy pouring wine, noticed nothing.
Roger's voice stayed casual. "Well, I'm starving. Ryan's been bragging about your cooking for months, Eva. I'm finally going to get to try some of… your food." He smirked at the deliberate pause.
Ryan chuckled. "Of course, boss. Eva's cooking is as good as she is."
Eva served Roger with an extra slow lean, then sat down. The moment she did, Roger's hand disappeared under the table and landed firmly on her thigh, squeezing possessively. Eva didn't flinch. Instead she parted her legs slightly under the tablecloth.
Dinner began normally on the surface. Ryan and Roger talked work — deadlines, team performance, the upcoming promotion. Eva smiled and nodded, playing the perfect hostess. Under the table, however, Roger's hand slid higher, fingers tracing the edge of her dress. Eva reached over, grabbed his hand, and boldly guided it between her thighs until his fingers brushed her bare, already-wet pussy.
Roger's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, then he continued talking to Ryan without missing a beat. "Your wife is amazing, Ryan. She has some real… magic in her hands."
Ryan beamed, completely oblivious. "She really does."
Eva's fingers found Roger's zipper under the table. She pulled it down quietly and slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his thick, hardening cock. She stroked him slowly, deliberately, while smiling sweetly at her husband.
Roger kept a straight face, but his free hand moved to Eva's pussy and pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning. Eva bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hand tightening around his cock as she pumped him faster.
The conversation flowed. Roger and Ryan laughed about office stories. Eva kept stroking Roger's cock under the table, her thumb circling the leaking head, while Roger fingered her deeper, curling his fingers against her G-spot. Her pussy was soaked; she could hear the wet sounds every time his fingers moved.
When the main course was almost finished, Eva reached under the table with her free hand, slipped her soaked panties off, and casually folded them. She pressed the damp fabric into Roger's coat pocket.
Roger felt the wet lace and grinned. He leaned closer to Ryan. "Your wife really is something special."
Ryan laughed proudly. "I know."
Dinner ended. Ryan stood up. "Alright, you guys wait here. I need to use the washroom quick. After that, boss, you can sit on the couch with Eva. I'll bring wine and glasses — this night isn't complete without wine."
The moment Ryan disappeared down the hallway, Roger stood, yanked his cock out, and stepped between Eva's legs. "You've been teasing me all night, you little slut," he growled, grabbing her thighs and spreading them wide. "I'm going to fuck you right here."
Eva's eyes sparkled with wicked delight. She closed her legs at the last second, pushing his cock away with her hand. "Not so easily, Roger. I want something in return for this."
Roger laughed, still rock-hard and throbbing in her grip. "What? That stupid promotion for your husband? Haha — he can have it. I was going to give it to him anyway."
Eva's smile turned teasing. "Is that so? Then there's no point in doing this… hehe."
Roger's eyes narrowed. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him, kissing her hard. Eva moaned into his mouth, kissing him back just as hungrily, her hand stroking his cock again. Roger lifted the front of her dress, ready to thrust inside her soaked pussy.
Footsteps approached from the hallway.
They broke apart instantly. Eva smoothed her dress. Roger quickly tucked himself away and sat back down. When Ryan walked back in, both of them looked perfectly innocent.
"You guys are still here?" Ryan said cheerfully. "Let's move to the couch and start the real party. I'll turn on some music."
He placed the wine and glasses on the coffee table and headed to the speaker system.
Eva and Roger exchanged one heated look. The night was only just beginning.
**End of Chapter 61**
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