Chapter 51: Dinner Date

The maître d welcomed us as we walked into the restaurant. His English was heavily accented and was the Queen’s English but he spoke it well. I told him we were there with the Muller party. He led us through the well-spaced tables with white linens hanging to the floor on each of them. The place was moderately full with couples or small groups of six. I didn’t see a single in the place. In the lowered illumination and hushed conversations, dampened by all the heavy fabrics and carpet, we were watched. Not so much me but Jackie. It didn’t matter if the men at the table were on a date or just out with their wives. Their heads turned and looked at Jackie’s tits as she approached and her ass as she passed them by.

The maître d stopped at a quaint booth away from both the kitchen doors and the restrooms. Eugen and Crina were already seated on two sides of the three-sided bench around the table. I thought it funny even a ritzy restaurant had booths like a common Denny’s.

Crisna came out first to welcome us followed by Eugen. I could see how Crina had been Miss. Romania. She was tall and had a striking beauty even after twenty-plus years. Her figure was not what it had been in her youth. But as a mom of three, I found out later, she had maintained her figure well. It was conspicuous Eugen had told her about Jackie and how good she looked. But still, she was taken by surprise when Jackie stood next to her.

Crina had done a fabulous job hiding her age. She had on a dress that fit her much larger breasts and the neckline plunged down between the large teardroped breasts. Her bra did a wonderful job of holding the two globes up while not leaving any lines visible. Her dress clung to her large tits showing off their teardrop shape. The hourglass she likely had when winning Miss Romania was still there. Only the curves were not the same. The sand would run out in a few minutes, not an hour.

Crina extended a hand and also in a heavily accented way said, “Nice to meet you, Joe.” She then extended the same hand to Jackie, while her pretty hazel eyes looked Jackie up and down. “And you, Jackie. I have heard so much about you.” The way it was said and the way she was dressed, said she had heard too much about Jackie. About how she looked and how she was the talk of the plant. Crina had gone all out. Yet even with her diamonds and custom dress, she didn’t compare. But it was never going to be a fair competition.

Jackie said, “Nice to meet you, Crina. Your English is very good. I wish my Romanian was as good.”

Crina acknowledged the compliment with a courteous nod of her chestnut-haired head. “I’ve had lots of practice.”

Eugen stepped in, “Yes we go to New York. Nice to see you, Joe and Jackie. Thank you for joining us. Let’s have a seat.” I found it humorous that Eugen was thanking me for joining him and his wife. Everyone at the table knew though we were invited, I would be the one picking up the tab.

Jackie sat across from Crina while I took the only chair at the table. Jackie asked, “So you’ve been to New York? I so want to go there.”

Crina was not going to best Jackie in looks. So to put Jackie in her place she would do it through culture and experiences traveling the world. “Yes, I go to New York at least twice a year. I love Broadway. Eugen is happy to let me go, while he stays back here at his beloved plant. Which is good as he watched our children when I go.”

Jackie looked slightly jealous when Crina mentioned Broadway. “ So you’ve been to Broadway? One day I want to go and see a show there.”

“Oh yes. The shows are so nice. I love the shopping as well. It is so much better than shopping even in Los Angeles or Atlanta. But nothing compares to Paris or Milan for shopping.”

Eugen did not have his wife’s love of shopping. “I think she enjoys shopping even more than the plays she has me go to. I am not sure how many shoes a woman can have.”

Jackie wasn’t oblivious to the condescension of Crina. Yet she came to her aid, “We women can never have enough shoes. I could have two for every day of the year and still buy another pair if they were cute.” I believe she would have if she had not been raised by a mother who scraped together money. Being broke all the time early on, and knowing it, had made her frugal. As long as not led astray by Olivia or some other woman she was impressed by.

Crina warmed a little to Jackie, “I know, I could buy out a whole shoe store sometimes.”

Eugen poked at his wife, “You mean you have not done that already?”

Crina had warmed a little but not completely. She still found a way to turn the knife. “You should take your wife to Paris. The shoe shopping there is great.”

I could feel the tension in Jackie at the barb. Crina knew Jackie was not my wife. I doubted she didn’t know I was single. Crina’s comment was a subtle way of saying she was good enough to land the big fish and was happy. But Jackie despite her looks was uncultured and was eye candy at best. She had not been good enough to be the wife of a gentleman, like me.

Jackie’s waitress experience kicked in as well as my demand she be honest with people. “I’m sorry if we gave you the impression we are married. Joe is my boss. Well, my boss twice over. I work for his company which is why I met Eugen. But I am also his babysitter. That is what he called it at first. I preferred, companion. I travel around him and accompany him to dinner and cultural sites, he wouldn’t otherwise go to. His daughter’s mother is the one who suggested he needed to do something other than work.”

I was proud of Jackie and her willingness to be one hundred percent honest in our situation. Even though, it did not shed the best light on me. I said, “Yes I hate to admit it but I have been all over the world but can only tell you about the roads between the plants I worked at and hotels where I stayed. This is only the third time we have done this and it has worked out fairly well.”

Crina let her cattiness overrule her culture. She said to Jackie, “You mean Joe’s ex-wife suggested he take a pretty young girl with him while he travels. I don’t know many women, who would want even their ex-husband, taking a woman along with them to sleep with while traveling the world.”

Before I could correct Crina, Jackie said, “Think of ‘Pretty Woman.’ You know the movie? Only I’m not a hooker. I was a waitress until this year. That is when I started working for Joe’s company. And while on this trip, I have chosen to sleep in the same bed. We don’t have sex. I chose a single room so we could enjoy the amenities the upper floor provides their guest.”

It was way more information than Crina deserved. And she listened though I don’t think she believed the not having sex after Jackie had said we shared a bed. Crina was aware of what the amenities afforded the guests on the top floors.

Crina put her hand high on my thigh underneath the table, hiding the fact that her hand was on my thigh. She said, “If I were your age and slept in bed with him. I would be all over this all over him.”

Jackie still kept her composure, “I think you’ve done plenty well with Eugene.”

I didn’t move Crina’s hand as she gently stroked my thigh and commented, “I agree it sounds like you have a lovely family. But I didn’t know you had children. I didn’t see any pictures of them in Eugene’s office.”

Eugene said, “No. I like to keep only one personal item in the office. It is in keeping with the Japanese 5S manufacturing process. But I am having the picture of the girls and Eugene Jr. being redone to hang behind my desk.”

“Girls?” I asked. “How many do you have?”

Crina still hadn’t removed her hand from my thigh. She had only moved it higher when she said, “Oh we have the two girls. I believe our oldest is a little younger than Jackie. Isla is seventeen. Whereas Elena is fifteen and our son, Eugene Jr is fourteen.”

I was surprised when Jackie said, “Wow, you must have started having kids when you were nine. ‘cuz you don’t look a day over thirty.”

The compliment did much of what Jackie had hoped. It had softened the cattiness of Crina. She said, “You are so nice to say so. I don’t look anything like I used to. And our daughters ... they look so much better than I ever did.”

Eugen said, “Oh they are the spitting image of you at that age. And you have not changed a bit.”

“Why would you be all over Joe when you have the sweetest husband of all time?” Jackie asked. She didn’t know that Crina’s hand had moved from my thigh to cover my cock.

I said, not looking for any accolades, “You could still be Miss Romania, even today.”

Crina chuckled and asked, “Has Eugen been bragging that he bedded himself a beauty queen, again?”

“No, I heard that from two nice women back in the hotel,” I answered.

Crina said, “You mean Martha and Tyleen Simpson? They are so sweet.”

Sometimes when I hear things like that, knowing the Simpson sisters, I wonder if it was literal or figurative. They both were so scrumptious when I ate them. And having been told that Crina was not opposed to going down and licking a cunt every once in a while, it could have been literal. “Yeah, that’s who I heard it from. They are such nice people, aren’t they?”

“Yes, they are. Plus they run in such interesting circles,” Crina said. “They get to do all the fun stuff I used to get to do. That as a mom, I don’t get to do much anymore”

Her comments had me wondering if her version of the fun stuff was similar to the auction’s activities. It made me look at her with a different way of thinking. It was possible she and Eugene had been part of a wild free-spirited sex set. Possibly members of a swingers group.

The comment also registered with Jackie. Even in the dim lighting, I could see her pondering if Eugene was one of the men at the art auction. And if he had been,
one of the guys at the art auction. Was he one, who had shot his load on her or down her throat, after she had sucked him off? I think she put her hand on my other thigh just to assuage herself. So she didn’t lose it there in the restaurant.

I went back to the kids thinking they would be a safe subject. “Crina, are either of your girls interested in repeating your win of Miss Romania?”

Crina was more honest than needed in her answer. “Isla is. She already thinks she is a beauty queen. That is just because Eugen dotes on her. And has since the very beginning. Her sister, Elena, is not so much into doing it. But she probably has a better chance of winning. She is almost at the level of a concert pianist. I, also, played the piano during the competition but I was never as good as Elena.

I kidded with her, “You’ve obviously kept up the looks needed to be Miss Romania. Well, not Miss but Mrs. Have you also continue to play the piano?”

My comment had her hand moved a little further up to find my zipper. She said, “Well, actually, I think I’ve gotten better at playing piano. My fingerwork has gotten better and more nibble with practice. And I’ve taken up playing other instruments as well.” Her fingers took hold of the tab and slid it all the way down as she moved her hand back to my thigh.

I had girlfriends in the past that thought it was fun to give me a handjob while in the middle of a fancy restaurant. They wanted to see if I could keep my composure while they stroked my dick. I kind of got the idea that this was going to be similar. The big difference was, her husband was right there at the table. While she teased me, Eugene said, “She has got very good at playing the oboe and the flute and the clarinet, along with playing piano. Our oldest only plays the clarinet but I keep hoping she learns to play the piano like her mother. But her fingerwork needs lots of work. It is clumsy at times. The youngest is as good or better than Crina at all the instruments.

I kind of had a feeling that the two daughters gave mean blowjobs. If it was their mother who had been taught the girls how to play the clarinet or flute. Plus the fingerwork she had restarted on the outside of my unzipped pants was immaculate.

Jackie, also, had not removed her hand from my thigh. She like Crina had instead moved it a little further up. At this point, I started to be concerned that the two women’s hands would run into each other. I parted my legs a little further. I hoped it would fix the problem of unintended overlap of hands. The extra space made it easier to get to my groin. Plus the gap between the thighs was large enough for two hands to wrap down my inner thigh and still never run into each other.

Jackie said, “I wish we were staying longer or had gotten to know you earlier. I would love to learn to play an instrument. But I’m not very musically inclined.”

I would have said she wasn’t very sexually inclined either except for the last two mornings’ blowjobs were phenomenal. I said, “Maybe that needs to be one of the new perks of the company. We give time off for people to learn to play an instrument. I understand that it helps in the long run with math and organizational skills. Who knows, maybe, we can even have an amateur talent night competition during our Christmas party this year.

The bottle of wine that had been on the table when we arrived was empty. The second bottle, I had ordered, arrived before we had ordered our main courses. It was down to the last few drops as well. Crina said, “I kind of like that idea about a talent show at the Christmas party. Eugen, you should do that at the plant. It might be fun.”

Eugen questioned, “But what would the winner get? And who would judge? After all, you suggested it be a contest.”

Crina answered with an excited tipsy sounding voice, “You and I could judge. And well, we could be the prices, too. They could choose who would be their companion for the night. Then the winner could choose dinner here or at Joe’s hotel. It has a really good restaurant also. After dinner, the winner would have a companion for a whole evening of uninhibited fun going out to a couple of clubs. And maybe get a penthouse room at the hotel and let them see how the other half lives. They could get a massage and make use of the spa on the roof with a companion to guide them every step of the way all night.

Eugene didn’t seem overly upset his wife had suggested that one of their employees could possibly bring her to the hotel, we were staying at. And then go up to the roof with her for a quote-unquote nice spa night. Which would likely end with the chosen companion getting screwed all night long. Ether that or he didn’t even consider getting fucked later in the night would be a possibility.

Eugene said, “You would make a better prize for both the men and the women. You are much more outgoing and fun to be with than I would be.”

Their free exchange told me that both of them had likely had enough wine for the evening. And while they might not have necessarily been swingers. They weren’t opposed to living in willful ignorance of their partner getting laid by someone else. Thankfully that particular conversation ended with the waiter arriving with our dinners.

The entrees had no sooner arrived than Jackie’s hand had moved further up my thigh. She just barely missed Crina, who had her hand firmly on my groin but no longer on the outside of my slacks. While we were discussing the rewards for a talent contest she had inserted her hand into the opening she had made earlier. Only my thin boxers prevented her hand from squeezing my bare cock. Her technique was one designed for stealth and keeping me hard without cumming. She mainly squeezed my dick and moved her hand maybe an inch up and down making sure the edge of her palm brushed over the ridge of my cock head. The hidden pseudo handjob was making eating and talking, about not only their children but where I have been over the years much more difficult.

The evening had already given me one revelation before we had even started eating. The other revelation that happened while dining. It didn’t concern either of the Mullers. While discussing children, Jackie said, “I would like to have either two or four kids at some point.”

Eugen was feeling the alcohol when he said, “You should probably get going on that sometime soon. Just let me know. I can volunteer to help you out in that arena.” The blatant proposition did not bother me. But had it been me saying it Jackie would have called me a perv. Eugen saying it only made Jackie blush. Crina just took it in stride, but asked, “Why two or four? Why not three?”

Jackie answered thoughtfully, “With three, you’re more likely to have one that’s left out. With four or two it’s usually split evenly. That nobody feels left out in the cold. It’s not fun being the one that is being left out when family functions require pairs. Which happens more often than you would think.” The comment was a harbinger of her younger life with her family. When she was ostracized by her siblings just for being alive.

All the rest of the conversation went well. The food was excellent and Crina’s handjob under the table was going excellent, as well. The problem came when I felt Jackie’s hand start to move up a little further. It threatened to end up on top of Crina’s which I don’t think would have ended well. I squirmed in my seat a little and said, “That fourth bottle of wine was just a bit much. Please excuse me for a minute.”