The expectation weighed heavily on Zoe's shoulders, as she smoothed the satin dress that clung to her twenty-eight-year-old curves. Ryan, her husband of two years, and the same age, had insisted on hosting dinner at their home for his boss, his promotion hanging in the balance. He had also made it crystal clear what was expected of his wife.
"Wear something sexy and revealing, Zoe," he had instructed her, voicing his nervous excitement. Zoe had rolled her eyes before she obliged her husband. After all, this was for him, for them, for their future.
The dress hugged her slender figure and plunged to display her perky cleavage. It was the kind of outfit that turned heads but still maintained an air of sophistication. Her auburn hair was up in an elegant but sultry bun, and her green eyes were accentuated by a smoky look that she had spent far too long perfecting. She wasn't dressed for Eric, her husbands boss, she was dressed for the role Ryan had scripted in his head for her.
The dinner itself was a boring blur of polite conversation and forced smiles. Eric was reasonably handsome for a man in his fifties. Tall with a medium build. His hair was grey, a classic taper cut, and he had a grey goatee beard, but he was Zoe's fathers age. Eric was charming, she mused, but his charm felt calculated. His compliments about her appearance landed somewhere between flattering and uncomfortable.
But she played her part, laughing at his jokes, sipping her wine seductively, keeping her cleavage visible throughout the dinner. Eric was seated opposite, grinning at her every time his eyes had lingered on her handfuls of breast tissue, in a way that made her stomach twist. She knew what he wanted, but he wasn't getting it. Zoe saw herself as just a bit of eye candy over dinner.
When the meal finally ended, Ryan pulled his beautiful young wife aside in the kitchen, his hand on her lower back in a gesture that was both tender and possessive. He quietly told her to go upstairs and change for the hot tub, reassuring her that Eric was leaving soon, and that she had done well impressing his boss. Zoe nodded, relieved it would soon be over and she'd be in the hot tub, relaxing.
The bikini her husband had laid out on their bed was barely there. It was a triangle top and matching red bottoms, which complemented her auburn hair. Ryan had obviously bought it, she thought, because she knew she hadn't. Zoe slipped it on, the fabric barely covering what she needed it to, and wrapped a robe around herself before heading outside.
The cool air against her pretty face felt refreshing. It also told her she'd drunk more wine than she realised, as she stepped onto the deck, watching the steam rising from the water. Zoe shed the robe, letting it fall to the wooden floor, and then eased her body into the warm water. As the bubbles enveloped her, soothing the nights tension, she finally began to relax for the first time that evening.
The back garden was quiet, except for the hum of the hot tubs jets and bubbling water. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth lull her into a false sense of security and solitude. Because within minutes, she heard footsteps. Her eyes snapped open and her heart stuttered as her husbands boss appeared, smirking, clad in a pair of trunks, his slim, mature torso covered in grey hair.
"Do you mind if I join you, Zoe?" he asked rhetorically, carefully climbing into the tub.
Panic surged through her veins, but before she could respond, Eric was already sat down across from her, eyeing her curiously.
"Relax," he chuckled, his tone almost mocking. "Your husbands got the promotion in the bag. All you need to do now, Zoe, is play your part. So, come and sit with me."
"What?" she gasped, searching the house from the hot tub for Ryan, until she saw movement in the darkened bedroom window upstairs, a shadowy figure watching them. "I... I don't think that is a good idea, Eric," Zoe stammered, her voice trembling. Eric's smirk grew wider and more sinister.
"Your husband is going to do very well, working for me, which means you are going to do very well as his wife. So, come on Zoe, come and join me." His tone told her that it was an instruction, firm but not unkind.
You're going to owe me big time for this, Ryan, she thought, reluctantly and awkwardly moving through the water to join Eric, trying to keep her breasts submerged. It was pointless. They practically fell out of the bikini top as she turned herself and sat beside him. Eric's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his gaze mischievous.
"You're a beautiful woman, Zoe," he said, putting an arm around her.
Zoe glanced up at the bedroom window, still dark, and the darker shadow still lurking. She knew it was Ryan. He was watching her about to seal his promotion for him, for them, she had to keep reminding herself, accepting her fate, whatever it might be.
"Perfect," Eric smiled, taking in the curves of her breasts, thickening the tension. Zoe found it terrifying. Eric leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're innocence is so captivating," he breathed.
Her eyes fluttered at his words. Zoe had never been touched by another man since she'd met Ryan. It felt strangely arousing. Eric moved his hand down her arm, his fingertips grazing her skin, then he lowered his arm around her waist, making her jolt with anticipation. Zoe knew what was going to happen, she just didn't want to admit it, admit to the fact she was being compliant.
"Eric..." she whispered, but then hesitated. He pulled her closer, looking into her eyes.
"It's ok," he said softly. "We're just going to have a little fun together. You'll enjoy it, I promise," he grinned.
Before Zoe could respond, his lips were kissing her, soft and tender. While he closed his eyes and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, her eyes widened in shock, but she found herself unable to pull back. She closed her eyes and tried to compose herself instead, giving him what he wanted, whatever he had agreed with her husband.
Then Eric's hands moved boldly, pulling the fabric of her bikini top, exposing her breasts and nipples inside the hot tub, outside in the garden. Her body responded instinctively, her lips parting for a deeper kiss as he caressed her breasts and teased her nipples, until they were erect and swollen, aching and tingling with arousal.
Zoe felt exposed and vulnerable, yet she wanted more. Eric's fingers trailed down her stomach, slipping inside the waistband of her bikini bottoms, forcing her to gasp and pause, but he pressed deeper with his tongue, held her tighter with his arm, and reached confidently between her legs.
"Oh, Eric," she quivered beside him in the water, his fingers rubbing her pussy and clit.
"Let me make you feel good, Zoe," he smiled, turning her on like never before. He worked her up into a storm, on the brink of an orgasm before he stopped
Eric stood up, pulling a heady Zoe with him. The water lapped at their waists as he turned and pressed her against the edge of the hot tub. Her legs felt weak but her body was buzzing. Her husbands boss moved his hands to the ties on her bikini top and bottoms, undoing them effortlessly. The fabric fell away, leaving her bare before him.
"Ravishing," he said, his gaze examining her sexy nakedness. Zoe tried to cover her breasts and trimmed mound, but Eric shook his head, chuckling.
"Don't hide, Zoe. Let me see you," he said, his voice firm and kind once more.
"But Eric..." she sighed, torn by the situation. "I'm married... this isn't right," she protested meekly.
"And that's why I'm going to make sure you enjoy it, Zoe," he promised. "Now, show me."
With a shiver down her spine, Zoe let her hands fall to her sides. Eric's gaze lingered on her mound before he cupped it along with a breast, and began to suck on her nipple and rub between her legs in unison, forcing her to pant and her head to fall back in pleasure. His tongue swirled and his teeth grazed, while his hand delivered surges of pleasure and need throughout her body.
"Oh God," Zoe trembled, when his fingers slipped inside her, thrusting in and out.
"You're so tight," Eric groaned around a hard, throbbing nipple, pushing his fingers in deeper. "So perfect."
Zoe held onto him, her breath ragged, her body about to burst in orgasm. Eric kissed her again, hungry and passionate as his fingers bathed in her warm juices. She felt her climax building, a storm tightening inside her, and clung to her husbands boss.
"Eric... I..." she started, but her words were halted by a cry, as her pussy clamped around his fingers and her body shattered in the hot tub, overwhelmed by her orgasm, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Zoe trembled in Eric's arms as he held her tightly, grinning, kissing her face, enjoying the sight of her breasts jiggling as she rode out the orgasm he'd inflicted upon her. When she eventually came down, she felt light headed and confused. Eric moved his hands to her hips, turning her to face him. She looked into his eyes, her breathing still in recovery, her inhibitions all but gone.
"That was incredible," she sighed, her eyes reflecting her amazement. "I..."
