Natalie glanced up at the clock on her dresser...it was quarter to five and she hadn't set the table yet. Richard would not be happy. He'd called at half past three and told her that he was bringing home two of the new associates he had hired. They would be starting next week, as soon as the law school commencement was finished.
She had met both young men last year along with the other seven interns that had worked at the firm during the summer break, and liked them. These two were almost carbon copies of Richard, both jocks, both Phi Beta Kappa, both Law Review. Adding two more for dinner hadn't created too much of a problem for her, Richard had pulled this trick so many times in their seven years of marriage she had learned to keep spare steaks in the freezer.
She finished applying her make up and gave herself a quick once over in the mirror and hurried downstairs to set the table. Richard would be in a real snit if she didn't use the "corporate" china when he had guests home from the office.
She had set the table and mixed a pitcher of martinis, very dry, just the way he liked them, and served the pitcher on a silver tray with three glasses and a crystal bowl of crushed ice on the side. Richard didn't like for her to drink with the guests, he thought she was too easily affected by alcohol, and he always wanted her full attention on him and his guests.
"You can drink after everyone goes home" he always said. She set the tray inside their huge walk in freezer so that the ice wouldn't melt and give Richard something to complain about later that night. She checked everything over just once more to make certain all was in good order. It was always better when Richard found nothing to complain about later in the evening.
When they all arrived about an hour later, Richard stepped quickly to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. Then, with his arm around her waist, like a man displaying his new Corvette, he reintroduced her to Wade and Harrison. Both young men smiled and murmered some bland politeness that she didn't catch. Richard led them all to their formal living room and gestured for the young men to be seated.
He raised an enquiring eyebrow at Natalie and she excused herself, scurrying to the freezer for the martini tray. She served all three men, noticing in passing that Wade was paying rather more attention to the cleavage showing in her low cut dress than in the martini. She felt herself flush with embarrassment, and maybe just a teeny bit of pure female pleasure.
"Do you boys prefer olives or cocktail onions?" Richard asked. "Darling, there are no cocktail onions!" he said, that damned eyebrow raised up high enough to make it look like a question mark. She smiled sweetly and moved lightly and quickly back to the kitchen, returning in moments with a small silver dish of cocktail onions. Richard beamed at her from his favorite wing backed leather chair. It was four inches taller than any other chair in the room, and he invariably sat in it when they had guests over.
" Just give us a call when dinner is ready dear, and we'll be right in. We still have some office things to discuss." With that, she seemed simply to become invisible to him. She saw Wade's embarrassed glance, and, shamed, she turned and made as graceful an exit as she could manage.
Hot tears rose to her eyes as she quietly made her way to the kitchen to make the last minute preparations for dinner.
She'd spoken with Richard many times over the years about the way he treated her, and he simply didn't understand how it made her feel. He'd responded by pointing out how well she lived, how she drove a new BMW convertible every year. He thought she'd be happy that she didn't have to work like most of her sorority sisters did. Didn't she enjoy the Country Club membership? He often droned on and on about how good and how easy her life was, and he usually left her feeling like a petty bitch for even bringing up the subject.
Rarely did the thought occur to her to ask him if he'd ever wondered what she wanted until much later at night, when she slept alone in their giant bed because Richard wanted her to be certain that his feelings were hurt. Early on in their marriage she had tried to go get him out of his recliner and come to bed with her, but she soon learned that when the mood was on him, he seemed to enjoy his self imposed exile.
She heard a small noise from the door to the dining room and turned to see Wade leaning against the doorframe, martini in hand, and staring a bit disturbingly at the back of her dress, which at the time was pulled tight across her shapely ass. Just a little flustered, she regained her composure by standing up straight, smiling at him, and asking "Can I help you something?"
"Does he always treat you like this?" Wade asked.
She tried to make light of the question. "You better watch out, he should be in here looking for you any minute!" She knew her face was as flushed as any schoolgirl's, thinking Wade was a little naive to be so openly inquisitive about his new boss's married life.
Wade seemed totally at ease as he came closer to her and said "What, a swinger like Richard gets jealous if a guest pays attention to his beautiful wife?"
"Swinger?" The word popped out of her mouth abruptly, the implications of the word not quite striking home.
"Sure," said Wade, "The 'open' marriage, the trips to Swinger resorts and Cruises?" She leaned back against her kitchen counter, struck completely dumb at this revelation.
"You're not talking about my Richard," she said. "He's entirely too busy for that kind of thing!"
Richard was a Senior Vice President at the firm, and very young to be one as well. His rapid advancement had been a great source of pride to Richard and Natalie, and he had explained often about how he worked harder than the other associates. His work ethic, he had said, forced him to travel frequently to take on dirty or difficult jobs no one else in the firm could handle.
Shockingly, Wade reached out and slipped his hand inside her low cut dress, cupping her breast. "Richard told us all about that wild cruise you two took last month, and told us the funny story about Harvey's wife blowing the waiter at the buffet breakfast bar. Even Sandra wouldn't deny that story...she just looked kind of embarrassed and left the room."
Natalie had been too surprised to the smooth motion of Wade's hand to react, but his words had stunned her. Sandra was Richard's executive secretary, a slim pale, subdued blonde who had never said more than three words at a time to Natalie. Instant fury transformed her, it swallowed her whole and spit out a wicked, vengeful woman.
Richard had taken Sandra on all those business trips he had taken because no one else would take those jobs. While she had stayed home being Suzy Homemaker and volunteering for Richard's favorite charities, Richard had been out fucking Sandra and apparently everything else in sight.
Natalie pushed her ass invitingly up against Wade's crotch, and began to massage his cock between the cheeks of her ass. "He told you all about us did he?" she replied with a sultry voice.
"Yes" Wade grinned, "You must be a pretty wild child to go for that sort of thing."
"You have absolutely no idea..." she told him as she grabbed his tie and pulled him close to her face for a long, wet kiss. "But I'm gonna show you." She reached for the gin bottle she had used for the martini pitcher and took a long, deep drink from it. She set it back on the counter and led Wade towards the pantry by his tie. "Right now!"
"But the steaks..." Wade muttered.
"Fuck 'em" she said. She pressed him against the pantry wall and tugged his suit coat down off his shoulders, Without completely removing his coat, she opened the front of his dress shirt and began to bite the skin of Wade's chest, leaving welts in her path. Her hands busied themselves unfastening his belt, unzipping his trousers, and grasping a surprisingly enormous cock.
