Mr. Beltrami

Your more than a little surprised but his friendly smile and hello quickly relieves you that he's not here to 'sort something out'. After asking him to sit you ask him what you can do for him today.
"Well, me and my wife really do appreciate what your doing for us and we understand its a risk for you. And we appreciate your trust so we, I, wanted to invite you to the restaurant tomorrow to eat with me and my wife." He spoke quickly as if trying to remember a pre arranged speech but you weren't half caught off guard by what he had said. You take a second to compose yourself before responding.
"That sounds great, if I'm honest. The food at your restaurant has always been excellent its partly how I know I can trust you," you chuckle slightly and smile at him and he follows your lead in laughing before standing. "What time would you like me there?" You ask as you also stand from your chair.
"Late will be better anything from 9 onwards really,"
"Hmmm," you pause to briefly pretend to leaf through an open diary, you always felt having a paper diary and seeming to be busy looked so much better, "I can do 10 onwards if that's okay?"
"I look forward to seeing you, and your wife," you say as you shake hands before he leaves. As soon as the door is shut you furrow your brow at yourself for saying 'and your wife' there was no need to say that what a fool.

You pull into the empty parking spaces outside of the Italian Restaurant the Beltrami's own, you know it's late but you'd expect a nice Sunday evening to have a few late guests parked but it doesn't trouble you as you head to the entrance after locking your car.
Your a few minutes late but only a few and as you enter Mr. Beltrami smiles at you from behind the reservations counter.
"This way Sir," he says before you can say anything and guides you through the large and empty restaurant, the few times you've been here its packed so this is a surprise. He guides you to a table where his beautiful wife sits, almost as if artistically placed, and he pulls the chair directly opposite her on the small table open for you to sit at, which you do. Pulled up to the small two person table, expertly set for a romantic Italian dinner, is another smaller table with a third place set which really looks like a late minute add on compared to the intimacy of your and Mrs. Beltrami's places. So intimate you find yourself having to carefully place your legs to minimize, but unable to avoid, contact.
"How are you James?" She smiles already putting her seductive voice and smile on.
"I'm really well, and you...two?" You remember Mr. Beltrami as he sits beside you two on the added on table.
"Oh we're fine aren't we Carlo?" She briefly glances to him and he confirms what she said.
"I've never seen it this quiet..." You question them truthfully curious.
"Oh I, we, felt it would be better to close the shop early for our special guest," Mrs. Beltrami replies seeming to emphasise it was her idea.
"Now what would you like to eat Sir?" questions as he quickly retrieves a pre-selected bottle of wine, the most expensive on the list you note. As he uncorks it and pours you a glass you can't help but notice Mrs. Beltrami's eyes never leave yours even as her husband talks to her.
"Well I'm always a fan of the house pasta, but if you have better ideas I really don't mind, it's all great here."
"Oh I love the pasta as well!" Mrs. Beltrami claps her hands and smiles at your response, "Carlo deary go tell Marko what to prepare for us... And make sure he does it perfectly," with that Mr. Beltrami hurries off to the kitchen as you are both left sipping at your wine glasses.
"You really shouldn't have gone to all this trouble Mrs. Beltrami," you inform her as she leans into listen to you.
"Oh no James, call me Lois. And it wasn't trouble at all its the least we could do for such a friend of our 'family'," she seem to be barely whispering forcing you to lean in towards her over the table, her eyes meeting yours as she talks.
"I'm also not sure what game your playing at here, Lois," Your eyes continue to stare into her beautiful bright blue eyes,
"There's no game James,"
"I think we both know there is, what's this all about?" At that she laughed lightly before responding,
"Don't tell me you're not enjoy all this, and its something for a lonely wife to look forward to,"
"This really can't continue or happen again... Lois," you really are finding her face beautiful and you are only a few centremetres from her face as her mouth turns up at the corners into a slight smile,
"Awh, don't be like that James. You're certainly 'enjoying' it. I bet your hard right now thinking about me." She smirks playfully continuing to hold your gaze
"Lois. I'm really not," you reprimand her but as soon as you finish you feel something against your crotch. You hadn't being lying about not being hard but you definitely had a semi and as you realize her hosed foot is massaging your crotch under the table you can't help but become hard.
"There. Much better don't you agree?" She giggled playfully as she seemingly leans in further as her foot continues to rest on your increasingly large bulge.
You turn abruptly from Lois' gaze as you hear the door to the kitchen burst open and Mr. Beltrami re-enters to room and hurries over to sit in his chair. He returns your smile but seems oblivious to his wife's scowl. He explains the food won't be too long and tops up your glass with wine before you all begin to engage in casual conversation, talking about visits to Italy, work and other various non controversial topics. As you do the wine flows and food arrives at some point, which is excellent, but casual small talk continues.
Lois had slipped her foot back into your lap despite several attempts to push it away and was managing to keep you constantly aroused with her foot dancing around your crotch. She also hadn't leaned back at all continuing to lean over the table to you, to her husbands oblivion.