Yes, he is also befriended with the customer

Half an hour later, Jon was back in his car and driving to his client for dinner. Normally the company invited their customers to some expensive restaurants but in this case the client had insisted on hosting the dinner at his own mansion, which laid a bit outside the city. It was a big mansion and Jon was opened by a butler, which then lead him into the client's office, where he was greeted by the client. For a while they chatted about the project the client's company and his own were planning together, before the butler returned to the study to inform both men that the dinner was now prepared.

As they stepped into the entrance hall, a young woman just had entered the house. She wore a short skirt and a white shirt, also carrying a tennis racket in her hands. Jon's eyes quickly went along her trained body, making some blood rush from his head down to his cock. "You remember my daughter Naomi," the client introduced her.

"I remember. Nice to meet you again," Jon responded. "Your father and I working together on a project our companies are planning."

"Sure," the girl said slightly disinterested. "Hope it goes well."

Both men followed her with their eyes as she rushed up the stairs and then disappeared through a door. Beside him, Jon could hear his client sigh.

"I really wish she would've a bit more interest in my company, Jon," he said. "But currently boys and party are more important than that."

"I know, I have a son in her age, too."

The client nodded and led Jon through a wide door into the dinning room, which had an open window front, from which people had a great view into the garden.

"Good evening, Mr. Smith," he heard a voice say from the side and spotted a woman in his and his client's age, clearly the client's wife. "Hope you had a good drive."

"Thanks, Mrs. Jackson," he said and kissed her hand. "It's a pleasure that I can be here today."

"You are charming," she said and Mr. Jackson pointed at the table. "I assumed you not mind my wife joining for dinner. We can talk about business afterwards a bit more."

"Absolutely not," Jon said and together they sat down and while the butler brought the first course, they chatted a bit about their children and about the house. It was a good dinner, although Jon couldn't deny some tensions between Mr. and Mrs. Jackson.

Regardless, the dinner flew by and finally he and his client settled in the living room on two comfortable chairs. Mrs. Jackson directly excused herself and when she was gone, her husband sighted again.

"Everything alright?" Jon asked.

"You mind something personal?" Jon shook his head. "It isn't going that good anymore with my wife. I mean, she is a good wife but since a few years it feels like the fire is dying. Any good advice for that? And I not want to offend you, I know you are divorced."

Jon nodded. He and his wife had the same a couple years ago. "Think the worst thing with my marriage was that it turned into a routine and from that into a grind. Maybe you can find a good way to spice things up again. Maybe a surprise vacation or some dinner in some fancy restaurant?"

His client nodded. "Good idea. I think I will try that."

While he still nodded his head, suddenly Jon's phone started to buzz and a quick look revealed his son's number. "Do you mind if I answer the call for a moment? It's my son."

"Not at all."

Jon walked out of the living room and into the entrance hall. Mike picked up his return call directly. "Hi, dad," he heard his son talk. "Just wanted to call you that some friends and I are at home. Party died down quickly and we want to have some more fun. Just that you aren't surprised when you get home."

"Sure, no problem," Jon said and a moment later Mike had hung up already. Jon looked back to the door leading to the living room. Obviously he should return to his client and friend. But on the other side, maybe he could help him with his marriage problems?