Wednesday

Normally he would have been on his lunch break. But his new schedule had given him Wednesday afternoons off and since he was still in the city he would go try a new place that he had noticed in one of the strip malls he had to pass on his commute.

He had just parked his pickup in the corner of the parking lot, front facing out to make it easier when he was ready to leave. Most of the closer slots were taken. There was only one slot left just to the driver's side of his vehicle.

His path had him passing by the front of an older SUV and around the driver's side. There was a chirp and the locks for that SUV opened. He noticed a woman walking across the parking lot toward her vehicle. That would not have been unusual except for the length of her skirt. He judged her to be about early to mid 40's, just a few years younger than he was, roughly 5'4" and since she was a little chunky, he guess maybe 160 pounds or so and blonde. But the dress she was wearing, or trying to wear at least was something a 5'0, 120 pound woman should have been wearing. And her 42D breasts definitely were overtaxing the top of the dress. The dress was designed to flair out enough to fit it possibly a set of 38Cs but it would have been a tight fit. As it was, her cleavage, and most of the top of her breasts were pushed up and out.

He was torn between checking out the cleavage and the rest of the breasts pushing up from the top of the dress and the display of bare leg sticking out of the bottom. As she passed and said hello, he could see the outside edges of her aureoles, the dark ring surrounded her nipples, peeking out of the top. Less than an inch below the top of the dress were two little points pressing out against the cloth. She was evidently aware that people were looking as it was a very warm day.

They passed with her flashing that "I know what you were looking at" grin and then he turned slightly and saw that with the ass on this woman, the dress covered up even less from the back and he could actually see a little touch of her bare asscheek jiggling as she approached her SUV caused by the black "fuckme pumps" she was wearing.

She had come into town early, just as she did every Wednesday and had for the last two and a half years. It was now even part of her weekly agenda.

Her name was Michaela and she had been an old child, named after her father Michael although everyone called her Mickie.. Her parents were strict and had sheltered her and spoiled her. She had been a good girl, reared being warned of the evils that befall loose women and all that dogma. She came from a small town in the middle of nowhere, but definitely right smack dab in the very middle of the Bible belt. She had maintained her purity, her innocent and her modesty through her teenage years and then in her first year of college where she met John. After dating a while and a lengthy engagement, she and John were married. She had gone to her wedding bed a virgin, and although she was not aware of it at the time, so had John.

John had gone to work for her Dad and became one of the bosses. When her Dad died, being his only child, Mickie inherited the company. John had convinced her to allow him to move the office to a bigger city, in order to tap in to a bigger business environment and a better pool of employees. She had finally agreed and over the years the move had paid off dramatically. John was on salary and Mickie, needing little had normally pushed the most of the profits back into the company. She kept a reserve of cash in the bank just in case. John had no access to it and her will stated that when she was gone, that reserve and the ownership of the company passed to the children. It was something her Dad insisted on to keep John in check and ensures his daughter would not go broke if John divorced her or mismanaged the company.

Through twenty years of marriage and three kids, she had been faithful to John, performing her wifely duty every three of four days during the first couple of years of marriage and slowly tapering off to maybe two or three times a month, on a good month that is. During that time, she had been propositioned, flirted with, and even hit on a few times, mostly by friends of John or husbands of some of her friends. Of course to her this was all unthinkable. She was married after all. Even were she tempted, it was not right.

John had become a local celebrity and pillar of the community in the city they lived in. Being the state capital and one of the largest cities in the state, having such status made celebrities of them all. She could not imagine the shame if she were to do anything like that and the word were to get out about it. Even the hint that something inappropriate might have happened was enough to ruin reputations and even destroy families in their circle. And besides, sex was not all it was cracked up to be. Over the years, she experienced a couple of good orgasms, but that was about it. Mostly sex was an overrated activity, enjoyed a lot more by men than women.

Her world came crashing around her on that day almost thirty months ago. She had been playing the lottery occasionally. And even though it was gambling, the funds were used to boost the state's education coffers so it was not without some redeeming feature. And anyway, it was her only guilty pleasure, it cost her only a dollar to play twice a week, and it gave her a thrill. She was living wild by her standards and keeping it a secret by purchasing the ticket on Wednesdays when she made the two hour weekly trip to see her best friend who lived in a smaller city in the same state.

John had been teasing her about throwing her money away. He was convinced that the lottery business was just another scheme to bilk the poor out of there money and should she ever win anything at it, it would be at most a week's worth of gambling money coming back to her. The massive jackpots they pay out were national ones, where millions and millions of poor suckers were throwing dollars into the pot so one sucker could have just enough money to fool them into thinking they were rich and making life even worse for them after the wasted the jackpot.

It was Thursday and checking the lottery numbers in the paper, she realizes she had matched four of the five numbers. She always used the family birthdays and this time it paid off. She did not match the Powerball, but she did match 4 numbers. And so evidently did a few hundred others so that her share of the payout was less than 400 dollars. But she had won more than she had paid in so far. After getting the check she could not wait to rub it in John's nose so she head over to his office.

John didn't normally like her coming to the office, but this was a special occasion so she headed over there that morning, before business would get busy and he would have to handle customers and personnel rather than listen to his wife tell him "I told you so."

It was still early in the morning, before the office was open for business. She had not even put on her makeup yet, but she wanted to catch him early and rub his nose in it. She got to the office and the door was locked still, being before normal operating hours, but there was always an employee or two that were there early or late. And there were a few cars in the parking lot already, including John's Cadillac in the President's space.

Next to it was a slot that normally was empty. It was the CEO slot. It had been Michaels and on his death, Mickie was now CEO although she had no real input or interest in the workings of the company. But it was her reserved space and not even John would think of parking there.

She parked, and went to the door. It was locked but another rule Michael had always drummed into her was that no matter where or when, there should be no information in the company that she did not have access to, nor anyplace in the company she could not go. She owned everything outright. It was hers. Not even John had managed to talk her out of it. The one time he had the locks changed and her key would no longer work, she had challenged him on it. And, as her lawyer had informed John and everyone else in the company in a memo, Michael's business rules, company policy, Michaels Will, and every employee contract included the stipulation that any attempt to bar the CEO from any information or access within the company was immediate grounds for dismissal and legal action. Not even John was immune and she was given a master key immediately. And she kept it on her key ring.

In fact, one of her only responsibilities in the company was to occasionally use the key to check access. So she felt this was a good time to do so. She would have to remember to call her lawyer afterward.

She unlocked the door and then went to John's office. His secretary Brenda was not at her desk yet, but since he normally came in early that did not even register on her. John's door was closed, but since technically she owned the building, and by the rules of the company, and the prenuptial agreement in the lawyers safe, it was not really his anyway. She could enter at any time and not even have to knock.

And so she did.

And instantly wished she hadn't. John was in his office. And so was John's secretary. The problem was that John was laying on the little couch off to the side and the 22 year old secretary was totally naked , her back to the door and Mickie, and riding John's cock like it was a carousel, up and down forward and backward. John could not see her either, being sheltered from view by the little blonde bimbo banging him and the implants he had creatively managed to pay for out of the company operating funds. They were so into the sex and Mickie so astonished by the sight that twenty or thirty seconds went by before it registered on the little slut she could see someone else in the room and screamed as she hopped off John, leaving his short, but erect cock sticking straight up in the air, spurting semen and shiny with the secretary's cunt juice.

The little slut ran naked from the room only to sneak in like a whipped dog to gather up her clothing and locked herself in the supply closet for several hours. John suddenly lost his erection and had to endure standing there naked, the evidence of his infidelity slowly drying up on his flaccid cock as Mickie, stunned at first and then furious about the betrayal, ordered him to not move and then phoned the company lawyer, waking him with the order to get down here to the office immediately.

When he arrived twenty minute later, unshaven and still showing some signs of sleep, John was still naked, the secretary was still locked in the supply closet and there were little drops of dried come all over the expensive leather couch Michael had placed in the office when he was alive and in charge. So as to not embarrass John, Mickie, or the company, an agreement was achieved. John would remain as the president, but at a major cut in salary. He was also to undergo an immediate vasectomy and under no circumstance was he to be alone with a female company employee or client.

The secretary was encouraged to apply for another position at another company unless she was willing to be the defendant in a fraud case for the silicone implants paid for by the company and a couple of business trips she had accompanied John on.

Other than the front door, the only other door in the company with a lock was to be the office John had been using which was Michael's office. Now it was Mickie's and only two keys existed for it. The one she carried with her and the spare, locked up in the safe at her lawyers office. And the only three rooms in the whole building, including all the other offices and the supply rooms were Mickie's office and the restrooms. John had a totally glass-walled office up front without even any blinds.

Finally, Mickie chose his new secretary, a thirty something unattractive, overweight, yet very qualified lesbian. And Ruth had one other major recommendation in her favor. Ruth had lost her life partner a few years ago when her younger gorgeous lesbian lover had suddenly decided to become the trophy wife of the state senator she had been working for due to her impending pregnancy and premature birth although the baby appeared to be full term and healthy.

Mickie had also decided to get even the only way that would match his betrayal. She would go down to see her friend and somewhere, either on the way there, while she was down there, or on the way back, she would find a strange man and let him do to her what John had been doing with the secretary when she walked in. She was going to get fucked by a stranger. Or strangers. She had not decided which.

But she could not do it. She could not even come close to doing so. She had a plan, but she couldn't follow through on it.

She dug through her closet and decided that she was dressing like an old lady. She didn't want John to really know what she was doing and she figured if he noticed any new sexy clothing he would figure it out. Then, she remembered that there was some of her clothing from high school that were just in those vacuum bags up in the attic. She had kept them around because her daughters had used her old clothes for dress up when they were little girls. She had to stop in when one of them tried to go out on a date in her slinky little black dress from junior high.

She had seen it shopping and Daddy could never tell her "No". It was probably more adult than she should have been wearing and Daddy and Mommy insisted that when she wore it, she were it as a shirt dress, over jeans. She had never worn it any other way. It was just too short as a dress for a "good girl", but if it still fit, it would be perfect for her now.

She tried it on at first and could not really get into it and zip it all the way up. She had put on some weight and decided to lose that too. So she joined a gym, deciding to wait a little while to put her "Imgonnagetfuckedbyastanger" plan in action. When John asked her in a suspicious way about going to the gym, she drew back on the acting she had done in high school and playing the wronged, worried wife, saying that she was a cow now and that was the reason he was banging some kindergarten bimbo. He tried to reassure her that it was not her, but she was not going to let him off that easy. So she started working out. The goal was to be able to fit in the little black dress.

After a few months or solid exercise, weight training, and diet counseling, she managed to slip the dress on and zip it up. Checking herself out in the full-length mirror in her bathroom, she could see that if she wore it with no bra, and no panties, she would have to be very careful. The top completely covered her tits and it was loose up there. She decided that she needed to jazz up her tit area somewhat to attract attention to them.

Momma had always said that a woman needs to know how to be three things at home: Betty Crocker in the kitchen, Hazel the maid in every other room in the house, and finally a hooker in the bedroom. Evidently, she had lost out on the hooker part. She had a cook and maid for the rest of it, at John's insistence of course. Luckily the cook and maid were older women that John would not be interested in, or else she would have been worried about that. But she could sew.

She managed to find where the maid kept the sewing items and was able after a while to snug up the breast area of the dress. Now, when she wore it, she would let her tits hang out as she zipped the dress up and then force her tits into the breast area. They would still fit, but just shoved together and up to form a major cleavage area. But she also found that it would allow her to wear it with her breasts flowing out of it and her nipples almost showing.

She had gained some weight in her ass so she considered dropping the hem a little since it rode up a little higher in the back. As long as she sat or walked or stood correctly, the front was long enough to hide her panties, but just barely. But she decided to let things go. After all, letting strangers get a peek at her panties might be a good way to attract them. To go with the dress, she wore black silk panties, not sheer, but still not hiding quite everything if she stood or walked wrong.

One of the exercises she did at the gym was swimming and it bothered her that her pubic hair showed, so she started trimming it back some and finally decided that it was just easier, and actually somewhat exciting and daring to keep it bare. John seeing it was not a problem as she had decided and let him know that for at least a year or two, until they were sure he had no diseases like AIDS or something like that from the secretary and as she said to him "whatever other slut you have been with", she would not have sex with him or even sleep with him. And if she found out he had sex with anyone after she caught him, he would lose everything. She would divorce him, and fire him and make sure the sex scandal hit the news.

It would also give her time to make sure she didn't get any diseases when she did have sex. It was just and added advantage of catching him in the act when he knew she could destroy him professionally and financially.

So with a little nervousness, and high hopes, she left on that very next Wednesday morning to head south. She was dressed normally and waited until she had passed another city, bigger than the southern one, but not as big as her own. It was all on the interstate and once she reached the outskirt of the town, she pulled her Mercedes into the waiting garage of a small abandoned gas station. The windows were all painted over at one time so nobody could see inside. It had belonged to a friend of her father's and when the man died, the widow was left with the station, her house and nothing else. Out of loyalty and friendship, Michael had purchased the station and the little café next door at a lot more than it was worth so that the widow would have enough to live on.

Michael had kept it separate from the company John ran and only Mickie and her lawyer knew about the place. Mickie had gone to college nearby and this was where she stayed for that first year. She had transferred to a bigger college where she met John the next year. John did not know about it at all. The older model SUV, she had bought a few years before on the trip down to see her friend. There was a massive storm and she had spun out on the road, damaging the Mercedes. The car was towed to the dealership a few miles away and on the lot was a good cheap dependable SUV. It had been a trade-in when some yuppie had traded up to a BMW. The dealership, knowing her company was a very good customer, loaned her the car to take home. She had liked it so much that when she took it back to pick up her Mercedes, she made a deal for the truck. She had it driven to the old station and it sat there waiting for her Wednesdays.

Her friend lived in a neighborhood where a Mercedes out front would have made her a target for robbery or worse. Always before, she met her friend at a mall and would leave the Mercedes in valet parking. After she bought the SUV, she would swap the Mercedes for the old Bronco and use that for the rest of the trip. John never knew about the truck. Her lawyer handled all the details of taxes, tags, maintenance and the like. Or rather a legal secretary most likely ran those errands.

Michael had the place refurbished and converted to an apartment for her to live there. From the outside, nobody could see how posh and luxurious the inside was now. A local security company monitored the alarms and since it was in an area Michael had donated the café and had it renovated to serve as the local police station. The police knew not to park in front of the bays, but most of the overhangs where the pumps used to be now sheltered the cop's private cars. She had no worries about the safety of her car, the apartment or herself anytime she was there.