I got the idea for this story from a short video clip As edited, the scene made little sense. I am attempting to flesh it out and make it plausible although I doubt it ever would happen.
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Elizabeth, or Liz, as everyone called her, wanted to make a good impression tonight. Her husband, Justin's, new boss was having his supervisors over to his new house to meet everyone in a less formal environment. All the other wives would be dressed to kill. She wanted to outshine them. Attention on her, after all, was attention on Justin.
She picked out her best cocktail dress and laid it on the bed. Liz liked this dress as it showed a lot of leg and generous cleavage. Some digging in her lingerie drawer produced a pair of lacy black panties. No bra would work with the dress. Black seamed stockings and black stiletto heels followed.
She took off her work clothes, and evaluated her naked body in the mirror as the tub filled with water. She had recently turned 27 and no longer had the physique of a teenager. That was a good thing. She had filled out rather nicely. While she never considered herself gorgeous, she did have nice facial features framed by her short light brown hair. Her breasts were still firm and capped with large pink nipples. Justin liked her to be clean shaven so she kept her pubes bare. She felt as if she should lose 20 pounds or so, but that never seemed to happen.
She sank into the warm water, letting the heat caress her body. She was tempted to rub herself — it had been nearly a two weeks since she had made love to her husband. He had been working non-stop since he found out he was getting a new boss. He wanted to have everything in order at work when the new guy took over. Liz resisted the urge, as she hoped that after the party he would be relaxed enough to make love to her.
She took extra care with her make-up. She wanted a sexy look but not so much that she looked cheap. When she was satisfied, she got dressed. Her "extra 20" was evident when she slipped the dress on. It was definitely tighter than it was when she last wore it. After checking herself in the mirror again, she decided the extra tightness actually helped.
When she was satisfied, she went downstairs.
"Oh Liz, you look fantastic. You will be the prettiest wife there."
Liz blushed. She used to get compliments from her husband all the time. But compliments, like their lovemaking, had gotten more rare over time.
"Keep talking like that and we might skip the party and ravage each other."
"Liz, I am sorry but I have been soon busy. Mr. Maddox is reputed to be a real taskmaster who demands a lot from his employees. I had a backlog of work to do before he arrived. Everyone at work has been on edge. People who have worked for him says he hires and fires people on a whim. He supposedly promotes the same way. When I meet him tonight it will be with the prettiest wife in the company on my arm!"
"I will be the best eye candy I can be."
"Rumor has it that he demoted a VP because wore ugly ties. I don't believe all that, but he will be a tough cookie. But that is exactly what the company needs."
"I'm sure he will like you. What's not to like?"
"Well for one, I didn't go to one of the big name business schools that most of the other guys did."
"You will do just fine when he realizes you are just as smart as any of them."
"You are probably right. I just need to show him I am willing to do just about anything to get ahead. When he sees the work I did on the Richardson account he will be impressed.
"We better get along to the party. Maddox doesn't sound like he would appreciate people who are fashionably late!"
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Justin and Liz arrived at the best time, in the middle of the pack. They blended in with the other couples arriving at the large home. Clint Maddox certainly noticed the hot brunette in the black dress as they walked in.
"Clint Maddox, welcome to my home. And you are?"
"Justin Blake, Southwestern Sales Supervisor, and this is my wife, Liz."
Maddox barely glanced at Justin, keeping his attention on Liz. This made Justin uneasy. One of the rumors about the new boss was that he was not shy about taking what he wanted. He assumed that could mean spouses. He had not told Liz about that particular rumor. Seeing his boss in person reinforced his concerns: Not only was he well off financially, but he was handsome and charismatic as well. He was a formidable presence.
Liz and Justin went their separate ways. He talked shop with his fellow employees while Liz chatted with the women. The subject was the same with both groups. The rugged new boss with charm that hid his take no prisoners attitude.
Liz knew about half of the wives present. She had not immersed herself in her husband's job. So, she had not attended very many of his social functions.
The wives were fully engaged in the topic of the new boss.
"Those eyes look right into your soul," one lady that Liz did not know was saying. Liz had certainly noticed the striking steel-blue eyes that had been sizing her up moments before.
"I'll say. I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. I can't say that I minded," said another.
"I have heard that he is quite the charmer. I hear he had to leave the Central Division because of, well, indiscretions. He's too valuable to fire, so he gets moved around.
That was the first Liz had heard that. Surely Justin knew of that aspect of the new boss.
"He supposedly has affairs with the wives, but not the female employees. Anyway we are all immune to his charm, aren't we?"
As one, the group shifted uncomfortably and looked down. Liz had felt his charm at work in just the few seconds they had made their introductions. It was indeed powerful. She doubted that many of these dowdy housewives would turn away someone like Clint Maddox if he said the word. Which one would be the first to drop their panties? Liz didn't much care who it would would be. She just knew that she had never cheated, and saw no reason to start now.
"I don't know about you ladies, but I don't run around on my husband." Her statement sent a murmur went through the group. Was she trying to say they do?
"I don't either, but I might be sorely tempted."
Another wife echoed that sentiment. "I would ride him like a bronc buster."
"I doubt he will be so brash, since he just got here."
"Are you kidding? Guys like him are like sharks — they have to continuously eat."
"That's swim, but we get the point."
By this time, Liz was growing weary of listening to their chatter. Looking for her husband, she spotted him in an engrossing conversation with none other than Mr. Maddox. She hesitated to go over, but then, maybe Justin might want to be rescued. She took a deep breath and joined the pair. Justin appeared uneasy.
"Ah, Liz, glad you left the group. No telling what spurious stories you might hear about me over there."
He certainly was full of himself if he assume everything was about him.
"Sorry to disappoint you but we were exchanging recipes"
"I make a tasty cream dressing. I'll have to whip some up for you!"
Liz wasn't sure if it were the sexual innuendo, or the speed at which came up with it that bothered her more.
"Justin, will you excuse me. I have to check on somethings in the kitchen. If I could borrow Liz to give me a hand, I would appreciate it."
"I... um...it's up to Liz, I suppose."
"Liz, care to join me?" His eyes cut into her like a knife.
"Well, I don't know how much help I can be. My favorite kitchen appliance is the phone to call for take out."
"I have a feeling you are a quick learner. Is she, Justin?
Justin kept his eyes averted and didn't say anything. Liz followed Maddox to the kitchen. She could almost feel the stares of the other women as she walked. Justin shuffled off to sit by himself.
To be sure, there was some things to do in the kitchen. Snacks were warming in the oven and needed to be transferred to serving trays. But nothing that really required help. That fact didn't escape Liz.
"Ok, that wasn't too tough. Am I free to go?"
"Yes you may go. However, I did want to talk to you — alone."
This is where Liz had here chance to tell him that might be inappropriate. She actually started to say as much. But she felt as she should hear him out. After all, he is her husband's boss.
"Whatever in the world could you have to talk to me? I don't even know what it is that exactly that Justin does."
"Relax, I'm note going to quiz you about sales techniques. I simply wanted to talk to the prettiest wife here."
Liz winced. Was he that forward, as to pull a ruse like that with her husband right there?
"Justin is probably wondering what's keeping me. I should be getting back to him."
"He is doing just fine."
Liz knew she should leave anyway, but standing there, with this gorgeous, self assured man facing her she found her unable, or unwilling to move. Her idea that she could resist him was beginning to fade.
"Still, I think I should go."
"Don't trust yourself with me? Most women feel that way at first. They get over that rather quickly. I am not dangerous."
"That's not what I have heard."
"My reputation precedes me. Don't believe what you hear."
He had moved imperceptibly closer to her and had taken her hand.
"Let me show you the house. The only danger is getting lost. I just moved in you know."
Liz was startled by his move. A tingle went through her body from her contact with his hand. She had to admit there was something about this man. She tried to resist following him, but her legs seemed to work on their own.
They walked through the great room to the stairs. Clint, rather than hurrying, took his time. He talked briefly to his guests. He was savoring the fact that he had someone else's wife on his arm. As her led her up the stairs the party guests reacted.
"That didn't take long!"
"Her poor husband!"
"I always said she looked like a slut."
No one talked to Justin. He was still seated by himself, staring at the wall.
Clint led Liz to the top of the stairs. True to his word, he did give her a tour. There were some rooms with only mover's boxes in them. One room was set up as an office/library. Liz was naturally drawn to the bookshelves. She wanted to see what the powerful Clint Maddox had on his reading list.
