Saturday:
Eve was humming a tune which at first couldn't remember where she'd heard it, then recalled the scene with Jerry. This was the first morning where she didn't have that enticing ache in her belly and was looking forward to meeting Adam's co-workers, or as he put it, "My people." The skirt fit perfectly, slim, light, and cool. The first issue was the blouse. She dug through her bra drawer and all had cups too large for the décolletage.
She sighed and pulled it on sans bra and buttoned it up. She turned her body making sure she wouldn't pop out and nodded. If she refrains from doing jumping jacks or trampolining she'll be fine. The only other concern would be getting aroused and having nothing to hide the shape of her nipples but that wasn't going to happen at a Christian Charities company function. She chuckled thinking how different this will be from yesterday's shoot...feeling the eager throbbing return.
Adam looked up from the paper, "Wow! You look beautiful," he stood and came over, "I like it. I'm surprised you decided to go braless but I approve," he smiled as he cupped her breasts.
Eve slapped his hands away, sighing, "There will be none of that as you can see," she looked down at her puffies now poking out.
Adam put his hands back on her breasts, his thumbs flicking the hard nubs, "I agree. We can't have people seeing how beautiful and sexy you are." he chuckled. He stepped back, "Now, that's how I want my wife to look in the pictures."
Eve's jaw dropped, "You what? You've told me over and over, I'm showing too much skin; my skirt or dress is too short. Now...?"
"You saw last year's pictures. All the men's wives are dressed to show off their womanly assets. I was told by the photographer that it evolved that way over the years as donations increased the hotter the wives and girlfriends looked. I have the hottest wife and you'd stand out if you dressed as you normally do." He put his hands on her shoulders, "We need to leverage all the assets we can for the greater good. Small sacrifice for you to show some skin and bonus! You'll be so much cooler today."
"Wives, girlfriends?" she asked, "What about husbands and boyfriends?"
"Oh, we have those just not in the leadership positions. The founder is a strong believer in traditional family values so we have female employees, just not in positions where their jobs would take away from their responsibilities to their families, keeping a nice home," her husband smiled. "Speaking of home, you remember our guests are coming over tonight. They're bringing a member of the parish for some reason with them, so there will be five for dinner." He turned his wife around admiring her, "That red dress will look great on you tonight."
Eve wondered what she'd gotten herself into. The red dress was slinky, cut low so she'd be braless again, and had a slit up the side requiring a thong. She had an education degree and wasn't allowed to use it. Was it because it would take her away from her wifely duties? She sighed and noticed her nipples were no longer an issue and couldn't see any possibility of them popping back up soon.
"We should go," the blonde wife said softly, "I'll look pretty, be quiet, and meet the other Stepford wives when we get there," she said as she went out to Adam's Jaguar.
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Adam was right. The women were not shy about showing their figures. She was introduced to the group of women chatting by the gazebo before Adam made his way over to where a group of men was gathered across the lawn.
"Eve, this is Beverly Wilson, Mary Jones, Trish Marlow, Linda Yates, Beth Jackson, and Sylvia Adams. Ladies, this is my wife, Eve. If you'll excuse me," Adam smiled at all before heading off.
Beverly laughed, "Welcome to the dumping ground. It's good to meet you, Eve. You're very beautiful." She fingered the blouse, "Silk? I love it," she said.
The young blonde blushed as all the women appraised her body. It was something of a relief when they all seemed to approve and she realized she'd been waiting for a comment on how revealing her top was. Instead, they all gave her sincere smiles. They then went back to talking about a previous get-together.
At first, Eve was nervous being surrounded by strangers who seemed to know each other well, and listening to them she realized they were just as put off by the men's patriarchal attitude but they also seemed resigned by it and laughed it off. The conversation turned to their husband's responses to their opinions on politics or suggestions for issues at work. At least Adam never told her how to vote, but in other areas, she realized how she'd lost a lot of her sense of self. Eve could suddenly relate to these women and found herself adding her own experiences.
Adam looked over at the now large group of women all laughing, Eve smiling and commenting along with them. He'd been worried she'd withdraw or feel out of place but she seemed to fit right in even though she looked young enough to be someone's daughter.
"...so I told him that he needed more diversity in the photos and he shut me down. Guess what they had in the next ads?" Stacy asked grinning, "A mixed-race couple posing with kids they must have adopted from four different parts of the world. Sometimes I think they have no idea about subtlety." The women all laughed having been there.
"I have a question," Eve's eyes scanning the outfits, "I never go out dressed like this, but Adam told me that's how all the other wives and girlfriends dress. Am I the only one who would never go anywhere else dressed like this?" she indicated her cleavage.
"Oh, honey. You have no idea. I wear sweatshirts and blue jeans most of the time. Dale made me try on at least a half-dozen outfits before he seemed satisfied," she laughed, stroking her tight top over her generous braless breasts. "It's become a game. Who can push the limits the most each year, though," she fingered the fabric barely covering the blonde's chest as she looked at the other women, "we're going to have to up our game."
Eve found she had a glass of wine in her hand even though it was barely noon. The group of women migrated over to the table with food and had filled their plates with luncheon meats and salads. They were within 20 feet of the men who'd gathered near the refreshment area. "Damn, that has to be the closest thing to hell," Sylvia sighed, "They're outside, on their day off and they've been talking business the entire time."
Adam was discussing their trip to the western slope of Colorado with Dennis and Aaron, "I figure five hours to get there, so we leave at seven...Aaron, what are you looking at?" the man asked. He looked over to where all the wives were gathered, "What's up?"
"Who's the blonde in the white top next to Terry's wife?" Aaron asked.
"Oh, that's Eve, my wife. So, getting back to Monday, I can drive unless...where are you going?" Adam asked as Aaron excused himself.
