Laura stood naked in front of the mirror in her heels, applying lipstick. She was dreading another boring evening with Greg's stuffy friends. Greg, her husband was a senior partner at a top New York Law Firm. He had done well for himself, but at 42 he looked 50 with thinning hair and a beer belly.
Tonight's party was a formal affair celebrating a client win the firm had secured. It will be a predictable evening for her with three hours of cigars and laughter at inside jokes, eventually with Greg passing out and Laura having to ask for help to put him into bed.
Recently the firm had started inviting associates and interns as well, which made the parties' lot more bearable for her. Loads of eye candy and sometimes a flirtatious teteté. She always liked laughing and flirting with Greg's male juniors, it thrilled her as they saw her as a conquest, mostly because Greg was an asshole as a boss. The taboo nature of the exchange fueled by her own desire for the forbidden made for a nice background buzz during her session with her toys later in the night in bed.
Sex between Greg and her was more of a script, always a two minute session of kissing with him on top, followed thrusting of his average erection inside her finishing with a whimper from him and a small ejaculate which she hardly felt. It left her high and dry. He would start snoring in within minutes when she would tiptoe out to the living room couch with her laptop. She loved themed porn, cheating and younger guys were her favorite. And she had recently discovered interracial porn. A nasty white wife expressing her lust for young black studs always gave her shattering orgasms.
She would frequently imagine herself as the porn star in an office situation with Greg's intern, the one who Greg would especially be a dick to. She used to find it deliciously erotic when he would fuck her with all his rage against her husband. Laura had also had a few flings in the past year, mostly with internet strangers and one night stands in out-of-town bars, but her fantasy was to sleep with someone known to both her and Greg, so she could turn Greg into a cuckold talking about him.
With just her heels and makeup, she looked great at 39 years. No blemish on flawless skin, oval face with black medium length hair. Blue eyes with a naughty twinkle, lips with a wide smile and a playful expression conveying a hidden meaning to all that she said, she looked hot. The 36 DD augmented breasts hung without a sag. A body kept in shape with regular workouts. Her legs were her best asset, they had a well defined shape with toned calf muscles, they looked incredible in heels.
She had always dressed conservatively but with style, but tonight she had decided on a bit of dare. Her black dress was snug and low cut. It was below the knee but had a slit all the way up to her upper thighs. She didn't wear stockings so her smooth pale legs shone in contrast to the black ensemble. Her hair was shiny and lustrous black hanging straight down.
"They'll be here any moment," Greg called from downstairs.
As she was stepping down, she smiled with satisfaction at Greg's confusion, he had been pestering her to" dress sexy" to the parties, but he didn't realize she would also become the center of attention. Jealousy and false pride fought in his head and the latter quickly won as he smirked.
"Nice dress honey," he said.
Bruce was a lucky bastard. He had everything going for him. At 26 he had it all going for him, he had an amazing college record, most of the teachers had liked him, he was on the college basketball team. As an african-american in a predominantly white college and community he was looked at with appreciation by the fairer and with jealousy by the rougher one. He had a quality about him that made some women dislike him, he was crude and direct, too direct for some tastes.
His skin color was rich black, a goatee with a dazzling smile and charming demeanor. He was 6' 2 with a chiseled physique of an athlete. He spent an hour in the gym every day. He was lithe and muscled without losing his masculine stoutness. He was also endowed, with 9 inches of meaty length. His cock was a specimen for women kind to compare against. It had a smooth velvety skin that glinted like steel when it was hard and wet with fluids from any one of the receptive feminine alcoves. It didn't have very prominent veins so it looked extra erotic when it throbbed smoothly with an angry purplish head.
After finishing college, he had started his internship at the top Legal firm in the Big Apple. He was just seven months old in the firm, but his work was already well appreciated by his peers and managers.
Although he was from a premier the ivy league, he still showed some signs of a rough childhood with his crass and brazen approach towards his opponents in legal cases. It was developing as his unique style in a profession where false overt civility was widespread. At work, He had earned the respect and recognition, but his recent manager, Greg was a bit of an asshole to him, Bruce detected faint racist overtones in Greg's behavior. Greg used to ask for rework on case documents on flimsy grounds, roll his eyes whenever Bruce made a point in meetings, always trying to get an opposite approach accepted. Although he was more often than not unsuccessful, but he managed to pull one or two partners always doubt Bruce's line of approach in his assigned cases.
Greg's attitude had worsened with Bruce's performance, the better Bruce did, the more spiteful Greg got. All of Bruce's upbringing told him to take a swing when he was treated like that, but he bade his time.
Today was his first time at an office party at Greg's house where all senior partners would be present. Bruce had returned from his basket ball practice, had taken a quick shower and was driving to the party. He looked sharp and crisp in a dark blue suit.
As he walked into the party, he saw a couple of familiar faces from work. He started to mingle with his peers. Mostly everyone was checking out Laura as she sashayed to the select group of senior partners with Greg. After the howdies the drinks followed and she separated from the group. She went and sat at the bar as she eyed the younger crowd.
There was a call to attention from the HR VP for a quick speech by the managing partner followed by an R&R. Drinks flowed as awards were handed over, the final "Rising Stallion" award went to Bruce for his aggressive approach in court which had turned the tide of a current case. A slightly slurry Greg interrupted when the managing partner was showing his appreciation.
"Mark, I would have thought Bruce might have killed the plaintiff in court, the guy was a bordering on insanity he way he made those personal attacks," He laughed.
"You bet Greg, Bruce killed the case alright," the partner replied.
Bruce looked directly at Greg. "Yes Greg, I would have killed him, nothing like the enemy's blood on my hands."
"This isn't a battlefield, young man, nor is it street fight," Greg replied in a high pitched defensive tone alluding to Bruce's background.
Bruce, took a long hard look at Greg, and then turned to the partners. "Gentlemen, I propose a friendly court battle, Bruce Defendant Vs Greg Plaintiff, filing for injunction of hostile takeover of the assets of his ailing company, which is not ailing, but just needs some operating cash."
"Yeah, that would get so interesting," thought Laura as she sipped her drink. "You can be as hostile as you want as long as you take me over," she had been watching the exchange intently, and had developed an instant lust for Bruce.
Everyone started to clap drowning Greg's protests. Two sides of the bar were created with Bruce arguing from the right. His opening statement was a scathing attack on Greg's make believe company, with thinly veiled comparison of old machinery to Greg's age and their slow approach to capturing markets with Greg's slow rise in the company. With every argument hitting Greg's ego, he got more and more flustered. After Bruce's closing, Greg began in a highly agitated state, providing weak counter arguments. A witness was also brought in who was supposed to be working at Greg's company. She was cross examined by Bruce about Greg's behavior, with an angle to prove that he was contributing to a sexually charged workplace.
"I object!" shouted Greg.
"I'm just trying to highlight a pattern in the company's current management," Bruce replied calmly.
"The pattern has no bearing!" interjected Greg, breathing hard.
"You mean there is a pattern?" Bruce smiled, drawing laughs from everyone.
Greg lunged at Bruce, with a wild swing. Bruce easily pushed his hand away landing a solid on Greg's abdomen, but quickly holding him before he fell. This drew a laughter from the tipsy part of the crowd, who couldn't see how hard Greg was hit. Bruce placed an almost passed out Greg on a couch and amid laughter and clapping.
