James Chadwick checked the creases in the back of his pants in the full-length mirror in his office. He smoothed the fabric over his tight buttocks, and then examined his heavily starched shirt. He stretched and tucked his shirt into his pants more at the sides to make sure that it did not lap over his belt.
James was not a very big man, standing five foot seven at a hundred forty-five pounds, though he appeared more slim than skinny. He had the look of a fashion model, but some would say that he looked a bit gay with his clean professional look. His elegant style commanded attention, but the gold band and his soft tone kept women at the plant at bay.
James checked his cufflinks before walking out of his office. His secretary, Debbie Anderson scurried behind him with a notepad and a pen at the ready. She stayed close finding his soft-spoken voice hard to hear over the plant machines, besides she liked his scent. Workers who noticed him made themselves hurried at their tasks avoiding eye contact with him.
James stopped at an assembly station. He noticed that the technician was using discontinued fitting tools, while the other workers used the upgrades. The technician stopped what he was doing to give James his attention.
"What is your name, sir," James asked. He looked the man in the eyes, which made many of the homophobic men uncomfortable.
"Ricky Lewis," the man answered.
"Debbie, find Mr. Lewis' supervisor and have him to come down here please," James said. "Mr. Lewis, is there any particular reason you are not using the standard equipment?"
"I was not issued the new equipment," Ricky replied. He leaned back trying to re-establish his personal space.
Debbie was back in less than a minute with the assembly supervisor.
"Mr. Mullins?" James said approaching the older man. "Could you tell me how we can expect workers to do their jobs if we don't provide them with the proper equipment?"
The assembly workers tried to hide their smile as the supervisor, Mr. Mullins stuttered.
"I know that the new equipment is here," James said.
"I'll get it for him right away sir," Mr. Mullins replied.
James followed Mr. Mullins' eyes. "Don't worry about that Mr. Mullins, you're fired."
"Debbie, send out a memo to all the supervisors," James said not giving Mr. Mullins another thought. "It is the supervisor's responsibility to make sure that all workers be trained at their jobs and have the proper tools to do it with." He picked up the SOP for that assembly station. "I want every worker to be tested at their jobs, and if they fail, I want them trained until they know how their jobs are supposed to be done."
Some of the workers who did not like Mr. Mullins wanted to cheer, but other feared that they could be the next one fired. Low mummers were heard mixed with the noise of the machines after James left the assembly floor.
Mr. Mullins was still sitting in the parking lot at the plant when James left for the day. Neither of the men looked at each other. James held no ill will for Mr. Mullins. It was business, no more and no less.
James stopped by the dry cleaners, the seafood market, the grocery store, and the movie rental store before rush hour could catch him on the road. His wife, Julia was having a few of her friends from the department store after she got off work. He wanted to surprise Julia with shrimp scampi and wine.
It only took him forty minutes to cook up the dish after he had put away the dry cleaning and the groceries. He set the kitchen table with the delicious smelling dish and opened a bottle of wine. He relished the site of his perfectly set table as he heard the sound of cars pulling into the driveway. He removed his apron and gave himself a once over before greeting them at the door.
James took out his wife's slippers and sat them in the foyer. He wanted for Julia to open the door, and then he took her by the waist. He turned her around and jammed her against the wall as he shoved his tongue in her mouth in a passionate kiss.
"Woooooo!" the women clamored.
Julia stepped out of her high-heel pumps and into her soft slippers as they broke their embrace.
"Good evening ladies," James said with a smile.
The women smiled and giggled.
"What is that fabulous scent?" Barbara, Julia's co-worker said.
"I thought you ladies might want a little snack," James said giving Julia another quick peck on the lips before picking up her shoes and took her purse.
Tamara, the woman that worked in house wares at the department store, noticed how attentive James was being towards his wife. Lisa, another sales associate at the department store feasted her eyes on James' good looks. Lisa winked an eye at James, but he looked away as if he had not noticed.
"He cooks too?" Tamara laughed.
Julia blushed.
"Watch out girl, he might be up to something," Barbara said. "You know how they do. Try to butter you up to get something or to get away with something."
"I trust him completely," Julia said pouring the wine into the glasses.
"You trained him well then," Lisa said.
"Nope, he was like this when I met him," Julia said.
"Com'on." The women laughed.
"Tell me where you found him, honey...cause I show can use one like that," Barbara said. "Mmmmm...and this is so good."
"There has to be something wrong with him," Tamara said.
"Nothing," Julia said. "I love him just the way that he is."
"You must really be putting a Mo-Jo on him in bed," Lisa joked.
"He's not complaining," Julia said amusing the women. "...and neither am I." "You go girl," Barbara exclaimed.
The women did not linger too long on Julia's love life as they had more gossip to share from their job. Many of their managers were transferred to other stores and there were rumors about some people being promoted. Julia was hoping that her name would be included in that list.
Julia cleaned up after her co-workers and headed up to the master bath. James sat in the Jacuzzi tub filled with bubbles, drinking wine, and reading a novel. The light scent of coconut lingered from the bath oil and candles.
"The ladies really enjoyed the shrimp scampi," Julia said unbuttoning her blouse as she sat on the edge of the tube. Her voice was low and seductive. "They were really impressed. I saw the look that Lisa was giving you. I'm sure she'd jump at the chance to get with you. Wouldn't you like me to watch you fuck her?"
James put down the book and put his fingers to the arch of her right foot. He traced the line under her foot up to her toes, and then over the top and around to her calf. "What I would like is to watch you." His fingers continued slowly up her inner thigh.
Julia tossed her bra on top of her blouse on the floor and worked the zipper on her skirt down. Her panties were soaked from the swelling of her cunt in anticipation of his touch. "You want to watch me with Lisa?"
"No." He rubbed his fingers over her hot panty covered pussy. "I want to watch you get fucked hard by a bum."
"Mmmmm." Her eyes rolled back in her head before she closed them. She spread her legs obscenely as she felt his fingers slip under the crotch of her panties.
"I want to hear you moan as he drives his desperate dick into your sweet pussy." He twisted two fingers in her tight pussy. "I want to look into your eyes as you take his cock again and again."
"Ahhhhh!" Julia lifted with the thrust of her husband's fingers. The thought of a strange man fucking her while her husband watched was a fantasy that crossed her mind a time or two. She grabbed hold of his wrist and closed her legs tightly as a small trimmer erupted deep inside of her.
James felt that his manicured fingers were magic, because of how easily he could make his wife cum with them. To him, Julia was perfect. She was only a couple of inches shorter than him and each of her tiny little bubble butt-cheeks fit neatly in his hand. She had perfectly natural thirty-six D-cup size tits. Her belly was flat, but soft, not hard like women trying to fit an image. Julie was light with skin with just enough color to keep her from looking pale. Her skin was smooth and even just like his, and except for her hazel light-brown and green eyes, they could almost pass for twins.
"Mmmmm." Julia opened her eyes and smiled. She removed her skirt and damp panties before sliding down in the opposite side of the big tub. "I'm I suppose to stand on the street corner like a hooker and let some guy pick me up?"
James lifted her foot out of the tube and massaged it with his soapy fingers. "No. I would not want you to risk being arrested. There is a chain store down off Hamilton. I am sure it would not take long for some guy to try to pick you up with these gorgeous legs."
Julia giggled as James ran his hand all the way up the underside of her leg. She quickly reached between his legs and grabbed his balls. "If I show my legs then you have to show yours."
"I don't think so." James laughed.
"Why not?" Julia began slowly stroking his hard cock under the warm soapy water. "No one could tell that you wasn't a girl on Halloween. You make a really good-looking woman and your butt look better than mine in a skirt. All you have to do is shave your legs and arm pits. It's not like you have a hairy body." She grabbed her razor and began sliding it across his lower leg.
